Dominic reacted on pure instinct, swatting the dagger away with his rifle, then tearing the boy's throat out with his claws.
"Wrong answer."
Now, the boys were really crying, but none had that spark of rebellion that said they were about to do something stupid.
"Please, we won't resist. Don't kill us. You're from one of those desert assassin Sects, right? Teacher Dean warned us about them, how they're all murderers who will come for us if we don't behave." One of the boys pleaded.
Dominic smiled, letting them see all four extended fangs clearly. "Oh, I'm much worse than that, but you're not entirely wrong. Your teacher misbehaved, and we came for him. If you're willing to behave for me, then I will take you somewhere safe, where you can sit and wait for an Elder to decide if you're going to be expelled or continue your training under new Elders."
"Expelled?" The student asked, horrified.
