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The woman backed off, wrenching her teeth from his flesh painfully. He grimaced as the wound continued to pulse angrily with every heartbeat, but he soon got used to it. His assault on her face gave him a few seconds to collect himself, but that was it. She was soon upon him again, and though he sidestepped to avoid her, the woman was still able to latch onto his flank.

By craning his own neck, he found the wound on her throat he created before. Mercilessly, he attacked there again, decimating the muscle and sinew in his path. An alarming amount of her blood dripped onto the ground like little red waterfalls, and he sensed that this battle was coming to a close.