[ That magic bolsters him, and so does the smell of Olivine's worry. Not panic, but enough distress to make him downright feral.
He gains the upper hand, and the moment he has a clear shot, he sinks his teeth in...ripping out the monster's throat. It's a messy business, terrible sounds, blood spattering on his fur. He holds down while it thrashes. Claws catch him, but he holds fast.
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He gains the upper hand, and the moment he has a clear shot, he sinks his teeth in...ripping out the monster's throat. It's a messy business, terrible sounds, blood spattering on his fur. He holds down while it thrashes. Claws catch him, but he holds fast.
And then, nothing. Just his own panting. ]