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... works. Doesn't care if you're clever. Doesn't care if you're fast. It grinds you down, wears you out, chews you up, and spits the bones into the moss.
I'd seen it too many times to count. Good kobolds. Brave ones. All gone now. Torn apart because they hesitated or trusted the wrong tail, or just ran out of luck.
So when I first saw her, I figured it was already over. Another soon-to-be corpse. Small. Thin. Barely enough meat on her to make a decent snack. Dragging a burned torch ...
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