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Her claws flashed once, twice, a spiral spin mid-air. With a bone-shattering CRACK, her paw struck the frogkin's skull from the side, twisting it like a bottle cap. His bulging eyes froze wide for half a second—and then his limp body crashed to the mud, neck bent in an unnatural way.
Steam rose from the swampy crater where his head landed. A lone mosquito buzzed past in silence. Somewhere, a toad croaked a single, judgmental blorp.
The lone survivor—the storyteller—stood frozen. Urine puddled again beneath his webbed feet, steam curling around his legs. His lower lip quivered like a poisoned slug tossed in a blender.
"I should've gone to Frog law school…" he whispered with dead eyes .
From the other end of the ruined clearing, the Frog-Man's chest heaved. His voice, when it came, was no longer croaking amusement.
It was wrath. "You…" he snarled. "You humiliated me."
