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though prepared to deliver one with righteous impunity, there was no need for a second strike, and for now the amateur competitor proved shrewd enough to rescinded his bid for the olympics. stigmata relaxed at once, satisfied by the male's display and too overly confident in his own ability to remain tightly postured. that being said, he still seemed hyperaware of the bull wolf, and kept him tight in the corner of his peripheral at all times.

he was impressed, too, by the inkborn stag. he was a fine specimen, and given another two years he could be an insurmountable force. the cogs in stigmata's head started turning, and he narrowed his eyes on the male as if in suspicion. "who are you?" he demanded, quiet and easy.