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While he was actually acquainted with a gentleman with a tail from his own world, Daschell's experience with them was not with a skilled user. Bill was, to be kind, dense, and he most certainly was not the warrior that l'seth was. So it was, in lunging for that killer shot that he had never expected to connect, he suddenly found himself on his back, staring up at the brilliance of the sky and the wind knocked out of him.

"Flirt," he managed to croak out, even while rolling to one side, trying to gain his feet before he felt the quick bite of claws. Not that he was certain he might make it but he wouldn't go down in this fight without trying.