After a vivid demonstration of the lion's abilities with its claws and teeth, the last phrase might sound a bit mocking, but Ushumgall would rather ruffle this kitty's mane and drag it by the ear than meet that black knight again. Even though his blood is pounding in his temples and his hands are trembling slightly, how can a healthy hunting instinct compare to that otherworldly, paralyzing horror?
-- Let me go first, Gonor and Iliman next to me, a meter away, and Sheila a little further back. And as soon as he jumps, we'll all take him down together.
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