Animus leapt from her sheath as I crossed the distance between us. The man didn’t even have time to bow his head. I ran Animus through his shoulder and her singing ran in counterpoint to his screams. I slammed my foot into his stomach, cutting off the scream, and pushed him to the floor. “You murdered a cat,” I said as I looked down at him. “In my name.”
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