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You didn't want to die. There was nothing you feared more right now than the thought of the metal plunging into your heart.

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	Key	English	Actions
	# WolfHurt 186	His full weight hit you like a stampeding horse, your body slamming into the wooden floor to knock the wind out of you.
	# WolfHurt 187	Your head bounced off the floor as you fell hard, thankful for the rug underneath that softened a little of the blow.
	# WolfHurt 188	On your back, your vision swam for a few moments, coming to, you see the ceiling, and then the snarling bloodied face of Curly Wolf above you.
	# WolfHurt 189	He pushed himself up to straddle you, kneeling either side, pinning you down before you could think to wriggle away.
	# WolfHurt 190	You still pushed up and tried to get away, but it quickly became apparent to be fruitless as Curly just started to chuckle with a growl.
	# WolfHurt 191, Speaker "Curly Wolf"	"Where was this fight all this time, eh? This fire and attitude, anyone would think you'd grown a spine finally."
	# WolfHurt 192, Speaker "Curly Wolf"	"Might've been useful if you'd been like this more often. Not that it would change your fate now."
	# WolfHurt 193, Speaker "Curly Wolf"	"Traitors don't get any special treatment, no matter how good they been. Have to set an example. You know that, dontcha?"
	# WolfHurt 194	Curly raised his hand with the knife in it, twisting it in his palm to point downwards and grasping tighter.
	# WolfHurt 195, Speaker "Curly Wolf"	"Say yer fuckin' prayers, kid."
	# WolfHurt 196	He raised the knife level with his shoulder, aiming it at your chest, and plunged downward.
	# WolfHurt 197	No thoughts could even pass through your head before your arm shot out, grabbing at the knife.
	# WolfHurt 198	Your hand slid past it and caught onto his fist, locking your arm straight, desperately keeping it away despite his immense strength.
	# WolfHurt 199	Every muscle in your arm was screaming with the effort to keep him away, shaking, the struggle of force between you swaying the knife.
	# WolfHurt 200	All the bones and tendons in your wrist felt like they were going to snap as Curly still pushed downward, forcing your arm to bend.
	# WolfHurt 201	You didn't want to die. There was nothing you feared more right now than the thought of the metal plunging into your heart.
	# WolfHurt 202	Every second felt like it stretched on. Curly's snarling, sharp toothed grin was gone, now just a steely gaze that stared towards the knife's goal.
	# WolfHurt 203	You weren't strong enough. As you kept putting up the fight you just got weaker, and his arm got lower, and lower with yours in tandem.
	# WolfHurt 204	The blade so close now you could smell your own blood still on it.
	# WolfHurt 205	You closed your eyes. Your jaw ached from your gritted teeth. Your arm felt like it was on fire.
	# WolfHurt 206	With what might be your final breath, you gave one last hard push, stretching toward the sky, the knife edge pressed on your arm.
	# WolfHurt 207	You pushed and pushed and pushed against the vile knife, breath held deep in your lungs. A final prayer.
	# WolfHurt 208	Your arm sprang out and your eyes snapped open as Curly's arm jerked, and you shoved it away with all your might. Your ears were ringing.
	# WolfHurt 209	Two gunshots had gone off, and to the immense relief of your arm Curly rolled off you, bullet holes in his stomach and chest.
	# WolfHurt 210	He tried to stay on his knees but couldn't stop himself from falling against the wall, the side of his shirt staining with red.
	# WolfHurt 211	You rolled to your side without another moment's hesitation, grabbing at the bannister to hastily pull yourself up and get away.
	# WolfHurt 212	Curly was still bewildered, and before he could decide what to do next, you carefully kicked the knife out of his hand down the landing.
	# WolfHurt 213	You looked over the bannister to the ground floor where the shots came from, and saw Joseph in the middle of the saloon.
	# WolfHurt 214	One arm propping him up on a table, the other pointing Curly's revolver up to you on the balcony.
	# WolfHurt 215	He was panting and out of breath, but a smile lit up his face when you met eyes with him.
	# WolfHurt 216	Curly was still against the wall, trying to cover up the holes in his side with a hand, but didn't seem to be trying to get away.

	Key	English	Actions
	# WolfHurt 189	He pushed himself up to straddle you, kneeling either side, pinning you down before you could think to wriggle away.
	# WolfHurt 19	You hastily holstered your gun and slid down the hill towards them, stumbling as you hit the bottom.
	# WolfHurt 190	You still pushed up and tried to get away, but it quickly became apparent to be fruitless as Curly just started to chuckle with a growl.
	# WolfHurt 191, Speaker "Curly Wolf"	"Where was this fight all this time, eh? This fire and attitude, anyone would think you'd grown a spine finally."
	# WolfHurt 192, Speaker "Curly Wolf"	"Might've been useful if you'd been like this more often. Not that it would change your fate now."
	# WolfHurt 193, Speaker "Curly Wolf"	"Traitors don't get any special treatment, no matter how good they been. Have to set an example. You know that, dontcha?"
	# WolfHurt 194	Curly raised his hand with the knife in it, twisting it in his palm to point downwards and grasping tighter.
	# WolfHurt 195, Speaker "Curly Wolf"	"Say yer fuckin' prayers, kid."
	# WolfHurt 196	He raised the knife level with his shoulder, aiming it at your chest, and plunged downward.
	# WolfHurt 197	No thoughts could even pass through your head before your arm shot out, grabbing at the knife.
	# WolfHurt 198	Your hand slid past it and caught onto his fist, locking your arm straight, desperately keeping it away despite his immense strength.
	# WolfHurt 199	Every muscle in your arm was screaming with the effort to keep him away, shaking, the struggle of force between you swaying the knife.
	# WolfHurt 2	A shot rang out and a sharp whizz in the air was cut short by a wet thud and Curly flinching hard.
	# WolfHurt 20	You carried the momentum of your stumble into a run, then swung your leg towards Black, foot connecting hard with his stomach.
	# WolfHurt 200	All the bones and tendons in your wrist felt like they were going to snap as Curly still pushed downward, forcing your arm to bend.
	# WolfHurt 201	You didn't want to die. There was nothing you feared more right now than the thought of the metal plunging into your heart.
	# WolfHurt 202	Every second felt like it stretched on. Curly's snarling, sharp toothed grin was gone, now just a steely gaze that stared towards the knife's goal.
	# WolfHurt 203	You weren't strong enough. As you kept putting up the fight you just got weaker, and his arm got lower, and lower with yours in tandem.
	# WolfHurt 204	The blade so close now you could smell your own blood still on it.
	# WolfHurt 205	You closed your eyes. Your jaw ached from your gritted teeth. Your arm felt like it was on fire.
	# WolfHurt 206	With what might be your final breath, you gave one last hard push, stretching toward the sky, the knife edge pressed on your arm.
	# WolfHurt 207	You pushed and pushed and pushed against the vile knife, breath held deep in your lungs. A final prayer.
	# WolfHurt 208	Your arm sprang out and your eyes snapped open as Curly's arm jerked, and you shoved it away with all your might. Your ears were ringing.
	# WolfHurt 209	Two gunshots had gone off, and to the immense relief of your arm Curly rolled off you, bullet holes in his stomach and chest.
	# WolfHurt 21	He let out a grunt and a retch, clutching his stomach, giving Joseph the chance to throw him off.
	# WolfHurt 210	He tried to stay on his knees but couldn't stop himself from falling against the wall, the side of his shirt staining with red.
	# WolfHurt 211	You rolled to your side without another moment's hesitation, grabbing at the bannister to hastily pull yourself up and get away.
	# WolfHurt 212	Curly was still bewildered, and before he could decide what to do next, you carefully kicked the knife out of his hand down the landing.
	# WolfHurt 213	You looked over the bannister to the ground floor where the shots came from, and saw Joseph in the middle of the saloon.
	# WolfHurt 214	One arm propping him up on a table, the other pointing Curly's revolver up to you on the balcony.

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