[The sounds of heavy footsteps behind Namine signal the arrival of a Garchomp. The towering jet dragon looms over her, sniffing the air and staring directly at her face. It takes several whiffs, leaning in closer ever time.
Then, with blinding speed, it lunges forward, mouth wide open.]
Typhon, don't you dare!
[Ilya's objection comes too late. Typhon's mouth has just closed around a large amount of Namine's poor hair.]
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Then, with blinding speed, it lunges forward, mouth wide open.]
Typhon, don't you dare!
[Ilya's objection comes too late. Typhon's mouth has just closed around a large amount of Namine's poor hair.]