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She managed to wriggle out of his grasp as he lost himself, and her teeth stung as they tore into the muscle of his shoulder. Black Hat had an ungodly pain tolerance, but her fangs were cutting deep. Still, what bothered him more was the prospect of losing. Uttering a crocodilian rumble, he bit down on her nape and scratched at her face best as he could with the opposite leg. He was doing damage, but not as much as he would've liked. The face was a crucial area, though, so it may have been enough to give him some breathing room.