[Espy]

Ciaran had downed maybe two rats, and now grabbed a third by the tail, flinging it at the wall with his jaws. It had been a while since he'd needed to fight anything, and his skills had gotten...rusty, to say the least. He batted at another one. When the hell did I get this slow...? he thought to himself, pledging to eat less than he had for the past few months.