Whiskey.
As I went to swipe at his neck again, my arm was grabbed. I looked up to a man with blood all over his face, and more still pouring from his nose. It was the man I kicked in the face. I slashed my nails across his stomach, and he screamed and jumped back, but still didn’t let go of my wrist. I stood up and dragged my talons up his abdomen in a quick sharp motion. That made him let me go. He grabbed at his stomach and hunched forward. I jumped up and around, landing a flying roundhouse kick to the side of his head. The man dropped to the ground with a lifeless thump.
I quickly looked up to find where the remaining men were standing. One of the ones that I had sent flying into the wall was starting to come too, and he had started groaning and crawling along the floor. The other
