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Slavik's plan panned out how he hoped, his hunter instincts telling him how to move. He was able to move a little faster in the shallower area, with the wall of the cave blocking her from going forwards. She made a sharp turn, losing a bit of her speed in the process and as she did Slavik hit the gas pedal. He lunged towards her, slowing down just as he got close to her and attempted to tackle her down. If successful he would pin her and say, Gotcha! Being so close to her then, he would  notice her faint smell of blood, and at last would realize she was injured.