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Tommy was sitting on a piece of blood stained grass. Curled up, holding a bloody pickaxe, with trembling hands. While Purpled was assessing damage done to Wilbur's skull. All of that blue blood clung onto Tommy's clothes.
Tommy's eyes were glazed over as he stood up. Dropped the pickaxe, took Purpled's sword from them. Then, he held the blade to the center of Wilbur's chest to rip out the older corpses heart out-
He did, and Purpled doesn't stop the younger.
The hybrid just pulled the bloody heart out. And began to just bite down into that iron rich meat. As his tail literally started to wag happily because of the taste of the blood.