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He wasn't there to save her. He wasn't going to risk his life for someone he would normally kill if he had met her anywhere else.

Suddenly, the drumming and the chanting turned into a wild, loud frenzy. The shaman had taken from his right upper arm, a long, human-bone dagger. Spellbound, George followed his every move, as with stomach turning horror, he cut deep into her thigh, slicing a large piece of her leg away, which eh then proceeded to eat. Blood running down his chin and chest.

George thought he was going to throw up. The totem pole was not the door, but he no longer cared. Trap or no trap, this had to stop. Screaming like a madman, he burst out into the open, running as fast as he could. Two arrows at the ready - one for the avatar, and the other for the shaman.

He would shoot that B** first.