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The short blade in the youth’s hand tasted the first drop of canine blood, though hardly more than that. But luck could favour both parts, and he was not facing a certain loss until his body lay crushed and broken on a bloodstained ground. Heavily blushing eyes did not leap down to observe the shallow damage he had caused. The dull weapon, teeth and claws could still ravage the blonde if he acted without great care and cunning. And other surfaces. The metal suit was a newly discovered weapon as well.
The youth made a sharp turn of his head, and evaded the spiked elbow that so craved to pierce his head. Pale feet moved instinctively; attempted to follow the hammer’s direction to limit the speed and power if it was to rise again. It was a heavy weapon, and even this giant needed a little room to gain access to the optimal blow.
A warm miniature stream of red rolled down his cheek, but he couldn’t tell the exact spot where the metal could have hit. No time to think about insignificant damage. The small knife in his hand was not allowed to remain active either, and continues to stab against the exposed area of the abdomen, though he knew needed a better tactic than this.
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