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He swung himself 'round, pulling himself to a stop and spinning on his haunches to face the abhorrent man.
Derg wasn't above heinous acts, but for an innocent girl in the woods?
No. That was wrong.

He struck the silver man like flint and steel, as if a spark would fly from the blow Derg delivered to his lower scruff, just where his neck melted into his shoulder.
Derg could clearly see in this bright day that the man was a lot lighter in colour than he'd thought and more slight. He thought he was bigger, but was by no means small.

He shoved forwards, trying to force the man into giving up, or to off-balance him, but it was very likely Derg didn't have the weight for that.