Chris’s POV

Leave the best for the last, they say.

The last three rogues were hectic. Either about breaking Delta rank or heavily skilled warriors.

I caught one’s leg and dragged my claws down to his ankle. He fell to the ground, then pulled himself away from me.

The other two tackled, head-butted, and gut-punched, but I dodged it all.

I kicked the other, and he fell on his partner. I was losing strength, but I braced myself for another fight.

They ...