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The bullets of fire rain into his body, knocking him off his kill and away from the mage. He crouched low, feeling some of his regeneration trying to take effect, but the fire damage he had received was irreversible. He could not regenerate burns. He hated this woman. She had to die, slowly. He had to scare her. Despite the pain, he crept, slowly and visciously toward her...growling and hissing.
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On the ground, bathed in his own blood, Raymond tried to blink away the tears. The atacker had left him and was going toward Isaura. Trying to twist around, he could see the both of them, and the panther was creeping toward her, despite the fact that it's fur was smoking.
[ 01-27-2002: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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