Death Comes Quickly [Hunting]
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06-14-2012, 07:50 PM
The squirrel fell, but luck was not on Vayu's side, for it raised itself up again. The stallion had learned that magic was not as reliable as he might have wished; now, he feared that he would have to finish the job himself. As the little creature staggered away, Vayu pursued it, catching up easily. He poised his hoof to crush the thing's head before sending it slamming down. At the very least he could make the squirrel's death as quick and painless as possible, even if he did deliver the killing blow.
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