Slow death is best

Chimera had always enjoyed watching others fight. It interested him to see the reactions to certain situations and whether or not they would vary from his own reactions. He watch with rapt attention as the trio of dogs quickly learned to work in tandem. Gem and Meg pulled from both ends while the spotted dog nipped and bit, dashing here and there.

Enjoying the show, Chimera slid down to lay upon his stomach, long forelegs crossing as though this was just a regular evening for him. Both of the dogs continued to work over the cat, getting a little more brazen with each round. Gem's timing was a little off for one attack and it seemed as though the lion might have injured her, but the dog jumped in and stopped her from receiving any injury. That was good. The dog knew how to protect his comrades. His attacks and his actions weren't selfish. He saw the three of them as a unit and had adjusted his fighting style to fit it.

The dog bit into the lion's eye and the creature screamed and flailed. Meg took that opportunity to latch into the side of the feline's throat. Gem, in turn, slammed her big body down atop the cat so that the other two could finish it off. After all of this, Chimera had seen what he needed to see and knew what he needed to do.

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