The recoil sent jolts of satisfaction coursing up my arm. A pained shout told me I’d hit my mark. Horror or regret were never the emotions that ran through my mind after a kill. Not even after my first one. I felt nothing but satisfaction knowing whoever had shot at us was lying there, his lungs gurgling for air as blood seeped into the earth, watering it. Cursing the land with the blood of my enemies, like the Curse of Cain.
