They are about to find out that it takes more than a good pedigree to take me down. After the first one has broken off the herd, more follow his lead, and I brace myself for impact when the first takes a jumping leap at me, I sidestep him, kick him in the back and turn for the next one that is fast approaching but takes a different approach.
He throws himself on the floor, seamlessly sliding on the ice beneath the snow, when he is in range, I jump up and land with one foot on his chest, and the other on his neck. I don't have much time to dawdle about, and with one twist of my foot, I crush his windpipe and kick the next one that is coming my way in the stomach.
It all blends in a flurry of punches of kicks, and then more punches, bloodied bodies scattered everywhere on the pristine snow, staining the winter wonderland with just a dash of red colour.
I'm slowly growing tired, I have a few broken ribs, but I push on even though each breath I take is akin to breathing needles.
" Shit," I hear someone nearby, and then a body flies above my head, and falls to the ground with a sickening crunch.
I see a ball of silvery fur weave between my legs, and appear at my feet, letting out what is meant to be a vicious growl but it sounds more like a cute little whine to me. And that is enough to know that Mason and Graham are here.
" Hey sweet cheeks," Graham shouts from afar, and I'd love to sit and chat but I'm too busy getting rid of one of the V'asay who is rising to the challenge, pairing all of my strikes, meeting me punch for punches, and kick for kick, insanely fast.
I feel someone latch on my back, wrapping one arm around my neck, and giving me a good squeeze. My throat closes up, while the other grabs my feet when I try to kick him.
I'm gasping for air, and I feel myself slowly drift away into unconsciousness, as my vision blurs and the shouts, and grunts begin to fade into the background.
I feel myself sway, dangling above ground, as the two men begin to move me through the mass of bodies, some dead, some still alive. I hear Shay growl, then a thud, and then a yelp that tells me that Shay has been kicked. Bastard.
" Now," I hear Mason shout as if it's a dream, but I know what it means.
With my last remaining strength, I release the remaining shackle I've placed on myself, and then I feel it flow out in waves, followed by a few ear-piercing screams of pain, and then bodies thudding to the ground lifeless. All I can think of, is that I've hurt Mason, Graham and Shay in the process. And all of a sudden is eerily quiet, except for the frigid wind sweeping over me.
I don't know what I've done, but I know for certain that everyone is gone. There is a finality to the silence surrounding me as I drift into unconsciousness.