The toeclaw feels like a sledgehammer to the back of your head, and you're sprawled out on the ground, dazed, not able to move, barely able to think. Finally you push your arms under you and push yourself. You're still a little light headed, and can only manage to roll onto your back. That's when you see her. Renamons are always aware of their surroundings. Even the brief embrace didn't pass her notice. She's squatting down, one of her white paws at either side of you, her elbows resting on her thighs. What do you do?
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