[With a mouth that opened further to the sides than it did up and down, the dog let out a surprisingly deep, menacing bark. When the strange little spirit flees, whatever primal instincts are left in the thing's rotting brain can only compel it to give chase.]
[Which it does-- down the narrow, misty alleys and wet streets. L's strategy is sound, but all the same, alleys are tricky things... especially since you never know when one is going to come to an abrupt stop against a brick wall.]
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[With a mouth that opened further to the sides than it did up and down, the dog let out a surprisingly deep, menacing bark. When the strange little spirit flees, whatever primal instincts are left in the thing's rotting brain can only compel it to give chase.]
[Which it does-- down the narrow, misty alleys and wet streets. L's strategy is sound, but all the same, alleys are tricky things... especially since you never know when one is going to come to an abrupt stop against a brick wall.]
[Which is what L will run into eventually.]