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The giant, grins, pleased with itself for taking revenge on the bad bitey thing that hurt its hand. It is tempted to open its hands to take a look at the crushed remains. However, a squirm in it's hands causes it's smile to falter. A growling noise emanates as the giant feels it's hands being forced apart, seeing the figure from which it comes, glowing eyes and flashing teeth, pushing the hands apart with it's limbs and look very, VERY pissed.
You are literally seeing red, as if blood were flowing across your eyesight. You've let yourself go, and feel the white hot flare of instinct that smelts all logic, knowledge, fear, courage, doubts and hopes into one razor sharp reality: You are the predator. You don't think, thinking takes to much time, there is only what you know, flowing seamlessly through your being, skipping cognitive process and supplying your limbs all they need to know. As you pry the Giants hands apart, you let go with one hand and rake your claws through the palm, not stopping as you bring your fist into the giant's middle finger with the force of a freight train. You feel bone pulverize under your knuckles as fresh blood erupts. The giant screams in pains, but your already moving, your claws sinking into flesh as you claw onto the giants arm, shredding flesh and muscle as you race up it's limbs, You smell it now, pure untainted fear as the giant recognizes pain. It tries to swat you off with it's free hand, but you lunge at it, wrapping your arms around two of the fingers and snapping them.
The Giant screams again, and throws you to the ground, you twist in the air and land, never pausing as you launch yourself at the giant's legs, pouncing and climbing to the tendons of it's leg, slicing through them with your claws as the giant tries frantically to brush you off with it's crippled hands.As blood sprays from the wound, the Giant's leg buckles as it loses those vital supports. The Giant falls to one side, grasping at it's injuries and screaming loudly as you move to if face. The screaming stops as it sees you, as you approach on all fours, the stalk of a predator. You can see the fear in it's eyes, shaking as it stares trying not to blink. You crouch, waiting patiently for the right moment. And then the giant blinks, and you pounce...
The cry echoes throughout the forest, mingled with a ferocious roar that sends birds flying, and animals to duck into their dens with fear...
Written by Dream Weaver
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