I had already fought about ten of the guards, and none of them had caught on yet. I pinned the fox I’d been fighting to the ground. “You’re dead.”
The fox muttered something under his breath and I let him up.
“Next.” I called.
The otter that had so easily gotten on my nerves stepped forward, and I groaned inwardly as he came toward me. Mauriz nodded at him and the otter bared his teeth, running at me.
I looked at him, slightly bored. When he was about a foot away I snapped my hands out, grabbing his arm and swinging him to the side with his own momentum. I let go and he hit the ground hard.
He gritted his teeth, pushing himself up, and I leaped up, kicking his chest with my heel, making him fall back down. I pinned him in the grass with my hand on his throat. “You’re dead.”
He frowned, breathing hard.
I let him up and watched him limp away. Ha. “Next.”
