Even before Jacen had communicated with me, I had this feeling that something was wrong. This sixth sense that had always accompanied me, probably because I had always paid attention to it.<br/>When he communicated, I was already in the building.<span style="font-weight: bold">The hell they will</span>, my mind replied.<br/>I couldn't remember the last time I had been this furious. Those low lives dared to invade my house. I really wanted their blood in my hands.<br/>Unlike Jacen, I had no problem at all with killing, when it was a necessity.<br/>I entered the house as silently as possible, and went to the kitchen to arm myself before they could pick up my scent - it shouldn't take long. But I didn't want to wait.<br/>"Hey, a-holes! Come fight someone your own size!"