I used to be quite content with living life as your classic schoolyard bully, you know, taking what I wanted and always being the strong one tormenting the weaker ones. I thought I was the perfect guy, don't You think so? But all that changed when I...
Hazel's movements were fluid, almost graceful as she danced around the beast's slashing claws. The once-human creature, Leyton, snarled in fury, his strikes fast and wild, but Hazel was faster. Her lips curled into a confident smile as she effortlessly dodged the deadly swipes, her feet barely touching the ground as she shifted her weight from side to side.
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"Come on," she taunted, her voice laced with excitement. The beast lunged again, its massive claws slicing through the air, but Hazel was already moving. With a swift, precise motion, her fingers pressed together, forming a sharp, knife-like hand. She moved at blinding speed, plunging her claws deep into the beast's shoulder.
The creature let out a guttural roar, the sound echoing through the forest as blood sprayed from the wound. It staggered back, growling in pain and rage, but Hazel didn't stop. With a wicked grin, she drove her knee into the beast's face, the impact sending it stumbling backward, dirt and debris flying from the force of the blow.
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She stood tall, wiping blood from her claws as she gazed down at the injured creature. "Is this all you've got?" she said with a small laugh, her eyes gleaming with amusement.
The beast, now angrier than ever, let out a low growl before charging forward again. This time, it moved even faster, its body a blur of rage and power. Hazel's smile widened as she met its charge head-on, her laughter filling the air. Their attacks were brutal, each blow sending shockwaves through the forest, the wind howling around them with the sheer force of their strikes.
Claws clashed against claws, tearing through bark, earth, and even the air itself. The forest trembled as their battle raged on, trees snapping in half from the sheer force of their movements. Both fighters were relentless, neither willing to back down.
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