[Nessa's hackles instantly raise when the creature lurches out of the gloom, and she carefully watches it, fangs bared as she gives another low growl.
When Cynthia throws the can, it makes Nessa jump, her fur standing on end, but she recovers quickly, scrabbling forward toward the cyborg creature. It didn't smell right. Oil and burning flesh should never merge.
She swipes one of her massive paws at the creature's legs, causing it to topple forward, and she quickly presses her paw down on it's back, pinning it as it leaked oil all over her.]
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When Cynthia throws the can, it makes Nessa jump, her fur standing on end, but she recovers quickly, scrabbling forward toward the cyborg creature. It didn't smell right. Oil and burning flesh should never merge.
She swipes one of her massive paws at the creature's legs, causing it to topple forward, and she quickly presses her paw down on it's back, pinning it as it leaked oil all over her.]