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The beast's eyes glistened, filled with desperation and fervent hunger. They called it “monster”, she called it a life who needs to eat. Scootaloo didn't mind being the prey herself now.
The beast stuck out its split tongue, hissing, then brought the last inches between it and the filly behind. Scootaloo dove to the left and the fangs bit air. She let the stud of the sword she was holding with her wing come down on the beast's head and hit it right next to its horn, before its purple snake tail could wrap itself around her, and the slit-shaped pupils became covered by eyelids.
Scootaloo looked at the unconscious lamia filly. “Everypony else wants to kill you, but I'm not like them. Now dream your little dreams while I get out of this forest.” Scootaloo placed a chunk of raw meat from her satchel on the ground and left.