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... for the tiger to prey upon. Expertly side stepping my strike, the creature takes one step back before lunging forward. Using its full weight, the giant animal pushes me down to the ground. Its sharp clawed fingers drive into my body, the curvature prevents any hope of escape.

In a futile apish attempt, I try to push the salivating tiger off me. It bites at my hands, ripping and tearing any attempt I used to try to escape.

"AHHH!"

It hurts, it hurts.

Like boxing a ...

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