Totoka River The Pig God

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The wraith's wheezing acted as the backing track for the fight, seeming far louder than the mammoth warlock or the other dark creature that she had conjured. It was a solid reminder that the creature was indeed mortal and indeed — truly of his blood and not just an apparition. But her status as a Melonii, as one of his cousins, meant nothing in the face of his own livelihood. Coward and traitor that he was, he did only what he had to do to survive.

So despite the burning of his jaws, the feeling on his shoulder, the exhilaration at striking down his foe, Ganon glowered at the daemon that Astara had conjured as he struck. The larger wolf knew he was too slow to dodge the wolf as he leaped at his face and instead sought to counter. He used his head as a battering ram, attempting to stop the wolf's blow before it came, or to push against it and deal more damage. His timing was nebulous enough that Ganon could not predict for certain what would actually happen if his blow connected.