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Gerald had bite and claw marks on his face and shoulders, but it hardly bothered him. Pain was something he rather enjoyed. The woman, faster than her brother, had dodged him though. This annoyed him and he turned to her again in time to see her go left. He braced, but his paws were swept as he was not expecting her direction change. He couldn't help but laugh. A cold sound as her teeth met his shoulder.

Laughter cut short as he twisted to attempt to kick her in the stomach. This was his attempt to remove her from him. He finally had a fight on his paws and he was thrilled. Was that weird? Perhaps. He couldn't help what he liked. He was a strange beast. If he knocked her away he would roll back to his feet. Leaping a few feet away and shaking some blood droplets from his face.

Ah. You know how to play. Much better. He offered in a weird complimentary way. His fangs still bared in a twisted growl-smile.

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