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VRUHAG
My claws were sore and dripping with blood. I wavered, exhaustion catching up with me, but one rakefang was still alive and I couldn't rest just yet. The other lay dead on the ground, surrounded by its own innards. The cost of bringing down the beast had been high. Deep gashes on my upper arms and chest oozed blood. The remaining rakefang had bitten my ankle and it hurt to put weight on that foot. I could feel its poison spreading through my body, but it didn't hinder me as much as I'd expected. I still had some strength left in me, not completely drained of energy as I'd seen other Trials contestants after an encounter with a rakefang.
My axe was gone, probably beneath the monster's corpse, but it didn't matter. I was so filled with battle rage that my claws had become my favo
