[Imagine being hungry, and you don't eat chicken, chicken sort of turns your stomach, but you're starving and the scent of chicken is completely different to but somehow shares something with the scent of red meat—
Anyway, just the sudden red reek of blood in the air is enough to make the Brucolac hiss, an old instinctive urgency suddenly racing through him. He shudders in and out of sight to dodge Grell's kick so that he can try catching her leg under his arm and reaching out to grab her shoulder—then pushing forwards in an attempt to confound her balance and throw her backwards. He'll hook his leg behind her planted knee if he can, to drag her stable foot out from underneath her. It's a little like what he tried to do before, but with more speed and strength now that he's realised she's not fragile. And now that the scent of blood has sent whatever cold and normally sluggish liquid pulses in his somewhat-atrophied cardiovascular system positively singing through him.]
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Anyway, just the sudden red reek of blood in the air is enough to make the Brucolac hiss, an old instinctive urgency suddenly racing through him. He shudders in and out of sight to dodge Grell's kick so that he can try catching her leg under his arm and reaching out to grab her shoulder—then pushing forwards in an attempt to confound her balance and throw her backwards. He'll hook his leg behind her planted knee if he can, to drag her stable foot out from underneath her. It's a little like what he tried to do before, but with more speed and strength now that he's realised she's not fragile. And now that the scent of blood has sent whatever cold and normally sluggish liquid pulses in his somewhat-atrophied cardiovascular system positively singing through him.]