Chapter 49 To punish or forgive

• The rogues climbed up the hill toward me. I held my ground and growled my disapproval at them. Higher ground was better in a fight, so I stayed and watched them.
• I remembered seeing them at the cabin; that memory-filled me with anger.
• They were taken by surprise by my presence because they did not plan their attack. Neither did they attack together. I toyed with them for some time, circling and testing my power. Then I struck at one of them swiftly. A quick series of swipes from deadly claws ripped the slowest one's head from his body.