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"Very well, you had your chance!" Gorath shouted as
he attacked the animal. He swung his sword with all his
might at the dog's head, expecting to see it rolling in the
sand. But the dog easily dodged the blow. Now Gorath
aimed for the shaggy tail with the snow-white tip. Gorath's
sword whistled through the air repeatedly. The dog moved
from side to side, causing the brute to miss by a hair, a
shaggy hair, each time.
Gorath's frustration increased because he could sense
that the dog was actually enjoying itself, as if it were
unaware its life was in danger. It barked happily and
playfully nipped at Gorath's feet. When Gorath raised his
sword above his head, the dog jumped up, put its front
paws on his chest, and licked his face several times.
Gorath lost all patience. He shoved the dog away and
simultaneously swung the sword with all his might. He
missed badly. He also lost his balance. So when the big dog
jumped back up on his chest to continue their game, it
knocked Gorath back a few steps toward the ravine. Again
the dog jumped up. Again Gorath was knocked backward,
his curses shattering the quiet of the forest. This happened
several more times. Each time, the force of the dog's paws
increased, and Gorath was knocked farther back
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