Gideon’s POV
I soared into battle, with my soldiers right behind me to my left and my right. We moved as a line, strong and impossible to break as we plowed into the attacking rogues.
From there, it was a frenzy of bared teeth and flying fur.
I gave as good as I got, tackling many rogues. I tore into their flesh with my claws and my fangs, tearing through the enemy like they were nothing. Around me, my soldiers fought hard. From the few glances I saw of my friends and allies between the blood splatter and the snarling, it seemed as if we were winning this day.
At least, that was what I thought then. And I was confident.
The problem arose as the fight persisted. My soldiers fought valiantly, cutting down enemy after enemy, but there were so many rogues. As many as I killed, two more wo
