The Assassin
“Are you ready? Once we go in, the fight is on.”
“Ready,” Avani and I say together. Merethyl nods and Ishir turns back to the door, his giant hands turning into paws with huge claws, and he slams them against the door. It bends but it doesn’t give.
He takes a step back and slams his huge paws into it again and this time, the door gives, flying off his hinges and falling to the floor.
“Zephyr, stay with me,” he says as he leaps, shifts and begins ripping through the hunters and scientists that are inside.
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