I slid on my knees when an arm shot out about to smack my throat and the ones I needed to fight on the way, I took care of. But I was close now, the Elder’s naturally hooded eyes were focused and his nose wrinkled as I closed the distance between us with a swift hit that he dodged. For an old wrinkled sack of skin, he sure was fast. The Elder’s claws extracted, long and sharp as they slashed through the air and he widened his jaw- his canines grew and a snarl soaked in power brushed from ...