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When Sid jumps from the shadows onto the tiger's back, it distracts the beast from Gil's next move. As the tiger turns to try and swipe at Sid, Gil leans back and dives in to the tiger's neck. Clamping down on the fur, skin, and tender sinew that makes up the tiger's exposed area, he can feel his mouth fill with blood. Listening to the horrified shriek that releases from the feline is satisfying. Holding firm to the tiger's shoulder, Gil doesn't give up. No matter how much the cat thrashes and tries to throw him off. He would wait and wait until the tiger finally gives up and goes limp in his hold.

Exhausted, in pain, and bleeding from various areas of his body, Gil dumps the tiger and steps back. "Not too bad, Princess Siduri," Gil says, the exhaustion apparent in his tone as he sinks onto his haunches. Honestly, he is getting quite woozy and the world begins to spin. Was it the tiger's blood or his blood spilling onto the ground? He couldn't quite tell anymore.