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- Drew scrambled forward, throwing his own hand into the fire as he reached for the Wolfshead blade. He grabbed the blistered claw of the Wererat. The heat was intense, the pain unbearable for Drew as he felt the fire race up his own arm, hair frying and skin blazing. Through the flickering flames he could just discern Vanmorten’s furious red eyes locked on his own as the Wererat feebly held on to the sword. With a final tug it came free and Drew tumbled away from the fire, his arm charred and the sword a smoking brand in his grip.
- B1 P6 C8
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