The very shadows seemed to be sucked into the man-sized fox facing you, her tail splitting into several to act as limbs. Raising your mace, you charge. The Night Fox lunges and whips her tails, smacking you into a tree. You groan, then roll as she lunged with claws extended.
The blow shatters the trunk, and you gulp in fright. Turning to face you, the lunar vixen opens her fanged mouth and exhales a thick black smog. It envelops you, and you could feel your armor rusting to dust. The Night Fox smirked triumphantly before she made her move to punish this fool
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