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But seeing the little dog bouncing happily towards its owner, he still let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief.,A deafening, chilling crack echoed through the air. The lively and loyal pup exploded into a shower of blood and screams before it even hit the ground.,He dismounted with a clatter of plate mail, but instead of drawing the sword from his back, he drew the dagger hanging from his breast.。