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And then the giant beast was falling. The esquire's plan had worked. It had managed to stay on its feet a little bit after Pontifex had injured its leg, with the combined weight of the king and the woman Crusade, the beast was no longer able to hold his own weight. The injured back limp caused the monster to collapse, its gargantuan frame dropping heavily to the ground. A flash of white told the dual-pelted man that the older woman Crusade had managed to get herself out of harms way, finding her paws and safety not to far from the bull. Golden gaze flickered to the King, watching as he leapt away from the animal as it tumbled down, only to come back at it again once down, worsening the already bad wound he had created. But instead of tearing its throat out, Gerhardt moved away from the beast, calling out to his comrades to leave the beast. Pontifex complied easily enough, dark paws carrying the man to his King's side, gaze resting on the dying animal, awaiting its last breath.



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