It has killed many. It was strong for a creature so fragile. It will join the corpses of those it slew; in the mud.
Its death will be quick; the final blow merciful, though it deserves no mercy. I know no mercy.
It dares to look upon me, and its eyes change; it knows what comes. This is not fear. This is defiance. It beckons me to kill it. It will have its wish.
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