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They played the same game. The only difference was; it was Asphyxia who had the most recent pain. Mew was living her revenge, and she enjoyed every second of it. She didn't notice Firefly moving away from the group, nor did she notice the arrows that came flying over their heads. There was just her and Asphyxia, and knowing that she would kill the little bitch. But first she wanted to see the pain her brother had caused her on her face. Whatever the coyote could say would simply bounce off Mew, she was in her right place now. You know, maybe he could! Or maybe he could try to knock into your thick skull not to mess with us. You should allow him some training, you know, if he was only okay... Hopefully she'd see it as a direct threat to send Haku onto her again. She knew that this was not the only time Haku had done such a thing. It disgusted her, and while she already felt separated from her brother, it didn't help to make the gap between them less. Who would do something like that if he didn't enjoy it? And what kind of sick bastard would enjoy such a thing? The thought had crossed her mind earlier, but the point was; if she asked, the possibility of Haku doing it again, for her, might not be that small. And Mew had felt anger at first, at him for taking her revenge onto himself. Silly Mew, it was lovely. Twice the pain, twice the fun.
She kept circling the coyote female, sometimes throwing her front leg out at her in hope of clawing her face, but most of the time she just used what she could to keep her at a distance. She would taunt her until she collapsed, and then there would be real blood.
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