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[ And just when Cloud is prepared to cut this mermaid down, and let his inner bloodlust indulge and bath in her iron once her insides were gutted from her, the predatory gleam in his eyes doesn't falter. Cold. Determined. Hungry. If he goes through with this, there's really no turning back. She got in his way. He was on the prowl, and now she was easy prey. And just thinking of that has his blood pumping faster and hotter through his veins. Damn near salivating as the cold expression on his face twists into something deranged.

Scary. Monstrous. ]

Grr—!!

[ His grip tightens. He can feel the weight of the Buster Sword coming up...and down— ]