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... just give venom more target to eat. He could try to kill him right here but that would take too long.
'No. There was a better way.' His body shifted, muscles tightening like coiled steel. His legs twisted, beetle-like, built purely for momentum. His appendages merged into one, a monstrous limb forming at his side. The tip hardened, sharpened—twisting, rotating, accelerating. It spun.
At first, it was a slow whir. Then, a blur. Then a shrieking storm of cutting force. The frictio ...
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