Drew On- Jump 10 ft.

Red Rufus was suspended from branches ten feet overhead, a dark green vine noose tight around his neck.
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Drew welcomed the Wolf in, the beast’s blood hot in his veins, coursing through his legs and arms. He crouched, his whole body creaking and cracking, the bones within elongating, thickening, transforming. His leg muscles ballooned, the thick, dark fur of the lycanthrope bristling beneath the taut leather. Holding Moonbrand at his back, he braced the stump of his muscular left arm in the packed ice, another point from which to launch himself from the earth. Arm and legs flexed for a moment before the Werewolf bounded skyward.

His leap was timed to perfection, his ascent slowing at the point where he was eye to bulging eye with Red Rufus. Moonbrand arced through the air, splitting the coils of the wych ivy into hissing, severed serpents above the Hawklord’s head. Instantly Red Rufus was tumbling, his snared arm tearing the vines loose as he tumbled to the ground like a broken marionette.

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