Borisin (Extrapolation Rewind)

Divergent Universe
The armor shatters. Your blood mixes with its blood. Clusters of wounds erupt all over your body before quickly healing. You have forgotten how long it had been since you were this happy. It's making you eagerly desire clutching onto your prey's throat, tearing off its head, and causing you to enjoy this red mist stained by slaughter so very much.
The fallen beast ship is still lapping the battlefield as if it knows no pain. Fear is an emotion alien to the borisin. More and more prey appear before you. They treat this as a capture operation — but you consider it a hunt.

You: Dash into enemy formations.

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The rage of a lone wolf stirs up a corner of the flames of war, just like a memory etched into time. Vultures and primates shredded its flesh, crushing the trapped beast into submission. It gnawed off those terrible wings and chewed through the whip-like tail, before breaking out the almighty torrent of blood and flesh.
Pulling the speartip out, you imbibe of your own blood. It tastes sweet, imbued with the blessing of the Master of Immortality, and has witnessed alongside you the annihilation of many a nation or people… Perhaps today you'll come to witness your own annihilation.

You: Not a chance.
You: That's for later.

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Your spear snaps, so you stretch out your claws. Once those are blunted, you bare your fangs. Then they break, and reappear as your bones regrow. You can see the prey swaying now — even if they can resist the lupitoxin, their pupils cannot help but shrink to pinpricks.
You stand up from a pool of blood, your canine fangs baring forward uncontrollably. Your leg bones and muscles grow with the power of Abundance, and your gaze cannot help but descend to gaze down upon the feeble lifeforms before you.

You: Begin the hunt.
You: Keep fighting.

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“The moon” is out.