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... the ribs. The other werewolves scrambled back, blasted away by the shockwave of his descent.
"Always making the loudest entrance."
Little Tiger yawned lazily, then jumped off the walls. His fall was slower, but the damage he caused wasn't any less. Countless werewolves fell to his blades, their blood staining the old streets. Most of them were at the first-level, with a few others of the second-level.
"Kill! Kill! Kill it all!"
He laughed childishly, welding his s ...
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