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The Captain had known little else but violence in his short life upon this earth. Like a piece of clay, his mother had moulded him sharp and cut-throat, and now Nox had become hardened and brittle from the fires of his own making. 

Some had tried to leave their mark and in a way they had succeeded. As time seemed to slow, he pictured Meredith's soft features, Crowell's greasy grin, each flickering and fading until they gave way completely to Sobeille's furious teeth.

She was not easy to sidestep as his sanity began to wane. In a split second he was ducking, feeling the sting as his ear split and blood began to trickle down his forehead but from this angle he spied fresh wounds through the haze. The bitch was injured. Without a second thought, he surged straight for the near exposed flesh of her neck.