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But the child is not without strength, and refuses to crumble beneath the man. In turn, Rollo clamps his jaw down harder, pulling in the soft flesh of the other's nape and abandoning his attempt at pushing the other down. If he does not have the strength to forcefully cause him to submit, he will submit to the pain, and that is good enough for the seasoned brute. But as he does so, tounge destined to eventually meet the taste of the other's blood, he cares little about winning at this point for his attack is sprung purely out of the desire to fight once more. It was his own thoughts that had so tied him down, left him slave to his own fears, but in that moment he was a warrior once again, not a man so terrified of what he might do in confrontation that he avoided the very thing at all turns. In that moment, he is a man of little restraint, and he finds that he cannot bring himself to dislike it.

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