[ enough to stun the creature and swirl its flames into a spiral— and more than enough for eren to catch up. heeding the call, the dragon does exactly that when faced with the back of a rearing nuckelavee and wild hooves gearing the air some paces beyond and above the witch: he clamps his jaws tight onto the head, and seamlessly, the rest of the body snaps free of where it was once held. the result of the corpse falls in only lifeless twitching, blood, and the smell of torched swine.
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the dragon, on the other hand, swallows. ]