Juxtaposition - The Eye

A dark shape charged toward him, low and furry, gleaming-eyed and toothed. Clef clutched the Platinum Flute and suddenly it was a fine rapier. "Will wonders never ceasel" he exclaimed. This was a weapon with which he was proficient. He stood awaiting the onslaught of the wolf with enhanced confidence, though he was by no means comfortable. ................
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