“Oh, did that hurt?” I cooed, circling him like a shark. The scent of his fear, his pain, was pungentI was enjoying this. More than I probably should. But then, Roric had earned every second of this. He, and his father before him, had built up a rather large debt of suffering. I was merely collecting, with interest. “Don’t worry, little brother. There’s plenty more where that came from.” He tried to get up, scrambling, his face contorted in agony. I let him. Let him think he still had a chance. Then, as he staggered to his feet, I moved. A blur. A flurry of strikes, each one targeted, each one precise. His ribs, his jaw, his solar plexus. I broke him down systematically, clinically. I could feel his bones give under my knuckles, hear his breath hitching, his groans turning into whimpers. The pack was silent now, watching in horrified fascination. This wasn’t a fight. This was a dissection. An execution. “You see, Roric,” I panted, my own adrenaline singing, but my mind cold
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