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Amy smiled, listening to Neela complain about her brutality against the weak creature. Amy was stronger, so she was the one who's will ruled. That was the rules of the wild. Granted, in nature one didn't hurt others for sheer pleasure, but that was Amy's excuse for what she did. Not feeling a need to defend her actions or explain herself to someone worth less than her, she remained silent as Neela raged. The attack was unexpected, despite Amy watching for it knowing what a loss of temper would bring.
She twisted to the side, the knife sliding across her muzzle as she dodged the more serious wound. Grinning Amy drew her short sword, and moved to cut across Neela's arm, planning on disarming the dog. If possible, Amy would like to tear through the arm, rendering it crippled. Against a trained fighter though, the chances of that dropped. She'd just have to settle for what she got.
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