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for a moment, they lingered, evenly matched. derg struggled to free himself and renard struggled to hold on. it was very difficult to do anything from this position; just before renard was about to let to, to try something else, the man reared up, twisting his scruff from renard’s grip – and probably leaving himself some painful tooth marks for his trouble – and coming down on their head.

head ducked as derg’s weight bore on top of them, renard lunged forwards with stiff legs in the hope of unbalancing him while he was still lingering in midair, forelimbs raised above them. but their position was awkward, and their head only weakly made contact with derg’s chest as the other shoved their head down with his paws.