[ The suspect - terrified and in pain - seems practically desperate to latch on to any firm, authoritative voice that offers him salvation. He complies immediately and casts himself as prone as possible against the floor, arms tense with fear as he splays his fingers against the wet tarmac.
Despite the fact that Blake will do absolutely anything Morgan asked of him, the suspect would be forgiven for thinking that the dog might never ever let go. Even as the suspect lies quietly and compliantly, Blake's teeth tighten and there's a quiet scrabble of claws against pavement as he shifts his position to grant himself an even stronger grip. There's a little bit in the back of his mind - the section reserved for the very human remnants of Daniel Reed - that knows that there's a acrid stench of fresh spellcasting in the air; the female must have put up a good fight. There's a moment of panic - had Morgan been hit? What curse had the woman tried to throw at him? - that only materialised in an even harsher imprint of teeth against the leg between his jaws and the resulting yell of pain from the man on the ground. ]
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Despite the fact that Blake will do absolutely anything Morgan asked of him, the suspect would be forgiven for thinking that the dog might never ever let go. Even as the suspect lies quietly and compliantly, Blake's teeth tighten and there's a quiet scrabble of claws against pavement as he shifts his position to grant himself an even stronger grip. There's a little bit in the back of his mind - the section reserved for the very human remnants of Daniel Reed - that knows that there's a acrid stench of fresh spellcasting in the air; the female must have put up a good fight. There's a moment of panic - had Morgan been hit? What curse had the woman tried to throw at him? - that only materialised in an even harsher imprint of teeth against the leg between his jaws and the resulting yell of pain from the man on the ground. ]