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A calm, and ever present, smile was resting on Yorik's face as the sharpened nails pierced through cloths. hooking in and hoisting Jak up. Only to roughly slam him into a wall. The wall suffering the impact, gaining cracks. Materializing from the air around the man, came short darts, jamming into the tops of Jak's cloths, and pinning him to the wall. Thus, allowing claws to rip downwards, slicing through and shredding fabric. "An artist must unwrap it's new canvas. Much better."
Jak jolted awake at the impact with the wall, eyes wide and unfocused for a moment. When he finally gained his senses his instincts kicked in and his skin paled, purple arcs of electricity jumping from his frame as the Dark Eco inside him raged to the surface.
He snarled, thrashing at the restraints as his own claws extended, tusklike incisors bared.
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