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Atshen could feel the other child slipping quickly, his life vanishing before the Spiderling's fire-like eyes. There was something about this, something about the fact that Atshen was succeeding in doing as he had intended in his hunt, the fueled him in his assault. Atshen felt as if he could accomplish anything, even bringing this child into the arms of death. Atshen's vision turned red as his momentum transformed into an effort, bring his fangs deeper into the child. Once firmly in place, Atshen then continued his tugging, resuming the jerking motions with much vigor. 

After quite some time of this, well after the child had taken his last breath, Atshen felt the resistance from Bramble's neck slacken, and as a result, Atshen's heart skipped a beat as he found himself closer to his goal. Investing more strength into his efforts, as the underline surging through him powered him through this arduous task, Atshen pulled until Bramble's head was nearly removed from his body. The tender flesh of the child's neck had been cleared from the parameter of his neck, yet, the muscle underneath kept his head intact. Shifting his focus, Atshen went to work as he worked on removing the flesh, cleaning the neck area with the precision of a seasoned butcher. 

The sun began to set as Atshen emerged from his task-absorbed state, looking to the severed head with a sense of pride. Fatigue was starting to cripple the boy with the blood-stained lips, but that didn't matter. He had done it. 

Picking up his prize, Atshen abandoned the rest of the body as he headed (haha) in the direction in which he had separated from Kove. Despite the lackluster pace he traveled with, Atshen looked more alive than he ever had, which was ironic in the sense that the child's head in his grasp had never looked more deceased.