Gabb
Gabb Heid the Commander of Royal Guard, stabbed his dagger in and up, just under the enemy's ribcage. The muscle gave him resistance as he jerked his right arm backward, the dagger coming out with a suction sound.
The enemy, a stick-thin, dark-haired fellow, glanced down in disbelief before falling to his knees. To his left, his second-in-command, Dave, growled low. In his gray wolf form, he stalked in a circle around the enemy.
Gabb wiped his dagger on the thigh of his leathers and stared down at the gurgling mess that had met his weapon. “When this is over, remind me to send you my dry-cleaning bill." Then he crouched low and grabbed the guy by the collar and yanked him up.
Blood dribbled down the guy's chin and he coughed before spitting some of the fluid on Gabb's dark jacket.
