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... ud of dust erupted again as cracks spread from the point of contact. Bahamut’s eyes had turned eagle-like and golden while his senses were pushed high.
The bull skidded to a halt and charged at him again. Bahamut stomped his foot on the ground, cracking it further as he ascertained his stance.
His clawed hands shot forward, grabbing hold of the long horns of the creature. The shockwave generated by their contact hit the others, pushing them back, while Bahamut was driven backward ...
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