The leader groaned, slumped against the tree trunk, struggling to stand as blood dripped from his lip. His two accomplices weren't far behind, both staggering to their feet but still visibly disoriented. Kyran could kill them all now and put an end—however brief that end might be—to this mess.
His fingers twitched on the hilt of his sword. Three swift strokes. One for each of them. That's all it would take.
But he hesitated. There were too many unknowns.
