You have a history.
There is a less than a second between him re-materialising and your fist making contact.
Not enough time to draw a breath.
But time enough for Them to go quiet. All of Them, even the berserker.
The claws retract. You pull the punch.
It's still a metal fist hitting a human face.
Soft.
Weak.
His nose breaks with a crunch and he's down and out.
It's you that's weak.
He is your weakness, a vulnerability you can not afford, that you should be rid of, once and for all.
Do it. Finish him. Cut the thread. You should have done this years ago.
You crouch next to him, blood from a broken nose runs down his cheek into that stupid beard, you touch his throat, the pulse is regular, strong.
Just pop a single claw, under the chin, through the skull.
Do it.
End it.
It's a mercy killing. He'd never know what hit him.
But you walk away.
Weak.
