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... tle commands coming from his brain kept him on his toes.
At this moment, with his right arm locked and about to be mauled as a chunk of flesh would likely be ripped out while his back was sending him signals of pain that made him want to curl up and cry on the ground, Dante felt like he had never been more clear-headed in his life.
He turned around to face the mutated dog that was aiming at his back while swinging the other mutated dog biting his arms like a weapon, crashing it i ...
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