RonanCrawl came at me too fast.He always did.I caught his wrist before his strike could land and twisted, using his own momentum to drive him into the dirt. He hit hard enough to feel it but not hard enough to break anything. He rolled onto his back, air knocked from his lungs, staring up at the sky.“Dead,” I said evenly.Grimm circled instead of charging. Smarter. He waited for an opening, watching my footing, tracking my breathing. When he lunged, it was low and controlled. I shifted just enough for my claws to break through skin and lengthen, catching his shoulder and pivoting him into the rock wall behind us.“Also dead.”The others stood in a loose half-circle around us, sweat darkening their collars, boots grinding against the dirt. Wallace leaned against a boulder with his arms crossed, watching without comment.“You’re still fighting like wolves,” I said, pacing in front of them. “Demons don’t fight like that.”Brad wiped blood from the corner of his mouth. “They bleed.”“
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