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Everything happened so fast. The collision, the impact on the ground and then that drooling snout right in front of my face that I was only able to keep away from me with great difficulty. It was only thanks to my trained skills that the punch was on the muzzle and he pulled his head back a little, but I still couldn't get the weapons in my work bag.

At that moment I felt the pain on my hip, the claws digging painfully into my skin and tearing it open. "Ahhh!"

Then the shot rang out.

The proles winced, half turned away from me to growl at something.

I didn't even think about what I was doing. Suddenly the serrated knife was in my hand and I just rammed it in the side right into his heart.

He yelped, jumped away from me, ripping the knife out of his own body, but the serrated blade did not voluntarily give up the tissue. The proles practically tore their own hearts out, stumbled another half meter and then collapsed bleeding. The eyes in which the a