[Giovanni smiles in the wake of those words, teeth a bright glitter in the gloom of the hallway, and the two pistols he's acquired are already in his hands, raising now, ready to go.]
Bullets, teeth, claws. All of the above, I say.
[And there's something in his face, a kind of quickening, a thirst for blood that runs bone deep and won't be sated until he's drenched in it.]
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Bullets, teeth, claws. All of the above, I say.
[And there's something in his face, a kind of quickening, a thirst for blood that runs bone deep and won't be sated until he's drenched in it.]