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... inotaur moved like a landslide — a juggernaut of flesh and horn and weight, cleaver dragging arcs of sparks with every swing. It wasn’t rage that drove him. It was instinct, honed through repetition. Survival encoded into muscle memory.
And he was adapting.
His skin was beginning to shift — a sheen of deeper black crawling across his arms, thickening into almost armor-like hide. His back hunched further, muscles knotting tighter. His horns widened with the change, curving sharper ...
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