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Horror filled his face and violence overflowed in his heart, with an explosive exclamation of spanish profanity the man turned and threw a punch at the door of the stable with all of his strength. The old wooden door, despite how large and heavy it was never stood a chance and was ripped from its hinges and launched several feet away from the doorway. Something in his hand made a crunching noise and he yelped, wringing the hand furiously. He moved forwards swiftly, kneeling down before the beaten hybrid, she smelt of blood and anger, fear and helplessness. For a moment he was at a loss as to how he could help her, she was injured everywhere and anything he did would more than likely hurt her more.
His helplessness showed on his face, as he tried to quash down the still present violence within him, it would not help her calm down anymore,
"Liliana, how can I help you? Why did they do this?"
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