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... golden eyes locked onto its next meal, and it lunged forward, beak aimed for the trapped animal for the last time before taking it away.
But before it could strike, Rogers dashed forward, shield raised. The griffin's powerful beak collided with the vibranium shield in a deafening clang. Steve gritted his teeth, the sheer force of the attack driving him back several feet, his boots carving grooves in the dirt. But he held firm, standing as a wall between the beast and the helpless horse. ...
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