Playthings

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Ironscale's laughter subsided into a sinister smirk as he turned his attention away from Tang Ming, eyeing the others with malevolent delight.

He moved with terrifying speed, a blur of monstrous power that seemed to be everywhere at once.

Cain could only watch as Ironscale darted between his companions, leaving him untouched, clearly saving him for last.

Ironscale's claws flicked out, slicing shallow wounds into Sam's arm and Fiv's leg. They staggered back, pain etched on their faces, but Ironscale didn't give them a moment's respite.

He appeared behind Arial, his talons raking across her back, drawing a cry of pain as she stumbled forward.

The room was filled with the sound of pained gasps and desperate cries, the air thick with tension and dread.

"Run, little mice," Ironscale taunted, his voice a guttural growl. "Let's see how long you can dance before you break."