"They're animals, the same as any of us, Jack," Ishiah pointed out, although he imagined that there was no need to. For his part, he stared down at his blade, knowing that the blood would harm the sword if allowed to stain too long, and took the softest portion of his shirt to wipe the weapon clean. A weapon well tended to was worth countless times more than a decent shirt.

"And unless all of them are brought down at once, I doubt that we've made much of a dent in their population."