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After making sure no lizards were stupid enough to co back for another round with him, Grud went to claim his prize.
He made his way to a tree where the lead lizard was pinned to. When he reached it, the lead lizard was breathing with labored breaths as it eyed Grud weakly, its lifeblood trickling down the spear impaling it and forming a small puddle at the end of it.
As much as Grud wanted to see the beast suffer for killing his fellow man, he knew and understood that the beast was just doing what any living breathing animal would do to survive, so Gurd decided to end this quickly.
Grud sprinted forward and grabbed shut the muzzle of the weakened lizard before it could even react and with a knife in his other hand, brought it up through its chin and into its brain.
There was so twitching and the body fell limp, but Grud only let go after seeing the light of its eyes go out.
After retrieving the lead lizard’s body, he made his way back to camp, the gates opened for him as he closed in, revealing to him the assembled hunters who were to be his backup in case he got overwheld.
And once he was before them, he realized the carcass of the pack leader over his head and released a war cry of victory, which was soon echoed by those assembled. Which unfortunately woke up the rest of the camp thinking they were under attack.
Once the quick mini-celebration was done, teams of hunters were sent out to retrieve the rest of the carcasses and Grud gave the excuse that he was exhausted from the fight and went to wash the dirt and blood off before retiring to his private tent.
The mont he was alone, he quickly stripped off his loincloth that was restraining his erection.
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