FIGHT OF THE CENTURY

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"Hiyah!"

I snap the reins, commanding the animal to go faster. Using one hand to keep the horse steady I twist at the waist and fire, the bullet hitting the beast right in its back, yet it kept its pace, unbothered.

Possibility one: it has a dense layer of fat around it's body. Or possibility two: it's coat is so dense it absorbs the impact of a bullet. Either way, bulletproof monster. No bueno.

The trees dissipated, and now I was galloping up the dirt road Circe and I took to get to Arcadia. Riding the AFV's.

Enormous, powerful machines with razor sharp harvesters vs. bulletproof werewolf? Fight of the century.

I snapped the reins once more, the horse running up the road towards the farms. A quick glance over my shoulder showed that beastie hasn't lost interest in me. Let's just hope my steed can make it another mile.

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