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The cat shuddered in the grass, tucking its limbs in as close as it could manage, while every inch of its focus was upon the assailant; except it wasn't as successful as one might think. Its hind limbs refused to budge, for instance. Blood was soaking in to the fur along its back. The terror in the creature's eyes was obvious—and Revui looked on with his own indifference, until he felt deigned to move in for another assault.

The cat tried to swipe at him and hiss, but the sound came out disjointed.

His lunge brought him so close, and then he gripped at the creature, lifted it from the grass and with a heave of his broad shoulders, threw the cat across to Merrick. It landed awkwardly on its back, hissing and twisting, reacting as if it could still use every inch of its broken body. A pathetic display; a horrible, torturous moment in the creature's life.

Revui watched the creature squirm, but his focus was drawn to Merrick and what the leader would do.