Citan muttered a curse as he felt the rat's claws sink into his leg. The pain didn't bother him, rather the fact that the creature had managed a hit. It was simply an over-sized, diseased rodent! The constant reminders of his weakness in this place did not sit well with the man.

He brought a straight hand down on the thing's neck, lips set in a thin line. He was going to kill it. It and every foul creature this institute saw fit to release upon him.

"How are you faring, Armand?"