Born of Two Worlds
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He howls in pain and turns toward me, anger prominent in his eyes. He's growling constantly and seems intent on killing me. This time I attack first, running straight towards him before feinting left and jumping over him. Once I land behind him I bite into his other back leg and rip a chunk out of it, leaving both his back legs damaged and almost unable to handle his weight.
He's looking at me fearfully now, sorry he underestimated me and afraid I'll kill him. Most rogues don't have the training or experience to handicap a fighter like him, but I'm not like most rogues. I stand in front of him as he just lies there. A pack wolf submitting to a rogue wolf. Something pack wolves are taught never to do.
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