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The two equal sized wolves made for quite a sight. They moved almost synchronised as they charged from each size. Father and son, so similar in many ways at least in the heat of the moment. The Warlord managed to execute his attack without any issue, grappling with it and shoving it in his son's direction.

The younger Fatalis grabbed it with his bear-like paws and managed to slam the cat to the ground. The sound of cracking bone and tearing skin spoke of the devastation of that blow. Then Azure was kicking the flailing cat back at him. Keeping it moving and unable to react. The Warlord knelt with a sudan, heavy motion and his knee fell down on its neck. Just missing a scrap from its teeth with its flailing motion. He pressed down harder, cutting off its air as it struggled beneath him. There would be no tomorrow for a predator in the Armada’s territory.


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