Battle!

You stalk forward, claws raised and prepared to attack. Your so-called companion lunges forward to fight. The battle is fierce, yet your scales save you from too much damage. The two of you roll around for a bit, before finally he tears your stomach with thorn-sharp claws. You help of pain, and he recognizes you. "(Insert name) is that you?!" he asks, startled.

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