*Wesley is too well trained and experienced in battle these days to allow himself time to puzzle over his own retro-clumsiness. He rolls to his feet and encourages the starving shade to pounce, then jams the enormous tooth through the top of the shade's open and expectant maw, piercing its sustenance deprived brain and (at least for the moment) effectively stopping it. He examines his arm, nearly bitten in two, as he works to free the tooth from the corpse.*

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