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"Get down!" came a voice from behind him, an ursine growl of a voice that he wasn't altogether sure came from a person. Man, beast, whoever said it...he knew he had to duck or get shot, and that was enough for him. The second shot rang out, and it seemed like the creature almost flew back to meet it. It took the shot in its wing as if it were nothing, as if it were just informing the shooter that his gun was no good. The creature smiled at Tristan, a smile that made his stomach drop to his knees.
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