[The slash of the sword catches the monster and tears open its flesh with a sickening squelch. But the monster turns its head, giving Sephiroth a moment or two to collect himself, and sinks its teeth into its own shoulder.
The rush of euphoria is enough of a distraction that it doesn't care about the pain. It only cares about the joy of the hunt, anticipates the taste of skin and entrails.
It snaps at Sephiroth's legs again, though its movements are staggered, a sure sign that in spite of its willingness to keep going, it has been injured pretty seriously. But that doesn't matter to it. Its prey is so close. If it can get in range of that pretty little neck... but to do that it has to bring the man down.]
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The rush of euphoria is enough of a distraction that it doesn't care about the pain. It only cares about the joy of the hunt, anticipates the taste of skin and entrails.
It snaps at Sephiroth's legs again, though its movements are staggered, a sure sign that in spite of its willingness to keep going, it has been injured pretty seriously. But that doesn't matter to it. Its prey is so close. If it can get in range of that pretty little neck... but to do that it has to bring the man down.]