He snarls, glaring at you. Sizing you up. Wondering why you're still in human form. No matter, it's useless to try and resist fighting. He feels a little sorry for you, the punishment you'll face at the hands of the attendants if you refuse. But then the winds shifts and he smells that you're a human. 'Ah, that's new. Ah, no matter, if they don't fight back I'll give them a quick death.' He thinks to himself. He gives a low growl, he has no intention of losing and is advertising that.
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