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The thing was hobbling. Hydra was not given pause, though—if anything, this could be something of a hunt. She was a bit hungry, and to expend energy upon it was not useless given its weak leg. She could practice delivering some blows upon it before ending it. Though she appeared to be an adult in features, Hydra was still young enough to play with her food before it became, well, her afternoon snack. Gaining on it, Hydra snapped at a hindquarter which became in reach. It was a feeble attempt, and she did not seek to grip the thing yet.