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As soon as Varg felt the taste of blood running down his snout it sparked his ferocity even worse than before. He pounced on top of the downed Legionary and began bashing against the helmet with brute force. Back and forth like a hammer on an anvil. His claws were worn down and his knuckles were bloodied, but he kept going. Using the ground beneath the Legionary's head as a spot for increased impact.

I will keep going until I bust your ugly head open like a ripe melon! the werewolf laughed from within.