[His voice startles her, the dropping of the stone making her turn her head to look at it before blue eyes glazed in terror glance over to him. Merida's breathing is heavy, the bear towering over her shifting form again, becoming bigger, more feral. Weapons ride the muscles of its back, embedded in its body, fur in patches. One eye is gone, a scar running over the curve, and she looks back at it in terror, raising her arms to cover her face as another scream tears itself from her throat.]
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