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remember, remember the 5th of november
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Short as hell. Fight scenes are hard/boring to drag out.
cradle me in your crooked heart
Experience had taught him his weaknesses. He was built like his father, the green-eyed monster who had given so many women so many reasons to want to die. His body was thicker and heavier than the hybrid's, or any full wolf's, even, lined with the sort of lean muscle a million years of evolution gave any predator. There was not an ounce of fat to drag him down. They were all athletes, really, and their game was the primal sport of survival. It had been played since the day life had begun. He was slower than your average wolf, built not for speed but endurance and brute strength.
Still, despite the chaos of battle, his mind was sharp and he was fully expecting the dodge. He did not move away from it, or try to avoid it; instead, he tilted himself forward a little, towards the red-eyed male, and reached out both arms to brace on his back. At the same time he jerked his left knee with as much power as he could upwards, towards Laruku's (is that still his name?) head. He felt the hybrid's hands grazing his stomach, and saw out of the corner of his good eye the teeth that were about to follow, and felt some satisfaction in knowing of the impending impact on the underside of the cinnamon alpha's jaw.
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