el tigre

As he bit into the throat of the tiger, his head shook to rip the flesh and tear into the arteries and trachea and hopefully end this battle soon. The massive cats paws begun to wrap around him and attempt removing him, but the cat quickly became distracted by the winged wolf digging it's claws into it's side and roared in pain and anger.

Magnus shook again and tore free from the tigers throat, bringing a piece of it with him and spitting it out onto the ground as he dodged the cat stumbling with the weight of the boy against him and hardly having any strength to begin with to sturdy itself. The cat was stiff and old, thankfully, and could hardly put up much of a fight against the stronger and faster wolves. Magnus lunged again, this time for the side of it's neck just off to the left of where he had originally taken hold. He used his forelegs to push against the tiger while his grip tore at the flesh some more and severed the major artery in that side. The cat wouldn't last much longer now, and was beginning to get weaker with the loss of blood. Magnus would let go as it began to fall, and stepped back to allow Mortis to take the final blow and end the beasts suffering as he spat more of the feline's blood from his mouth and onto the riverbank.

"Speech!"

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