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Hot blood quickly floods his shoulder as his assailant's teeth fall away briefly in the wake of his counter-attack. A short hiss slips from him, and his own grip falters with the movement. When the other lunges for a second attack, he's wide open for it. This time it knocks him to the ground, scathing lightning flashing through the junction of his neck and chest. He screams. Stop — The word barely escapes between his gasping breaths, paws beating uselessly at the figure as he continues to snap and rage from the ground, snarls beginning to break and pitch into frantic whines.