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As Hybrid pursued his victim, he pondered the possibility of humanity. During his fight with the dark warrior, he had created a sort of humanity for her, which had made the fight more interesting and somehow, more painful. He had acknowledged certain truths about her that he would have normally ignored: her prowess and determination. He had gone beyond his black and white beliefs of the basic evil that grew within the hearts of wolves and created a stronger, more masculine persona for the woman. Normally, he would not have done such a thing. Normally, the fight would have been simple and straightforward, but something had stopped him. He had hindered the fight by crafting a sort of humanity, considering details that one could have admired, had she been male. As he pursued the woman’s sister, he considered how he could create humanity for her, too. He could fashion a new existence that only lived in the recesses of his mind, which preyed upon his prejudices and values. However, he knew he could not afford to do that again. The fight would not become more interesting if he did, and it would jeopardize his belief system. He had to be realistic. He had to consider only what was true and real, not what he could create for himself.
At the same time, he wondered if he could make her do the same to him. Could he make her craft a new belief of who he was? He had done it to Pilot – he realized that now – but could he do it again? The first time he had done it unconsciously. This time, he would have to do it with the intention to shape and mould her young mind. He smiled wickedly as he considered what he could change.
With determination snapping at his feet, Hybrid knew he had to move quickly to seal this girl’s fate. He looped around to her side, speeding up and mocking her. In her Optime form, she would not be able to out run him. No, he would play with his food and then eat her up. Hybrid yipped at her, keeping pace with her and then falling back. He did this a number of times before finally falling back behind her one final time. He lunged forward with a burst of energy, his mouth wide, with the intent of closing down on her back foot with his teeth.