The assassin’s eyes narrowed, seeing his opponent was stubborn and unlikely to release him until more guardians arrived. His mouth remained clenched shut even when he felt the boy’s teeth grow and their grip on him strengthen as they caused more damage. He winced when he felt the claws dig into his chest. Flipping the dagger over in his palm, he raised his hand and moved to stick the weapon into the boy’s eye. If he couldn’t free himself from this were he’d have no choice but to take the weredragon’s life and his own as well.