Drew On- Seige 2

His head rang as he momentarily lost his balance. He’d held the beast back long enough. The leather-clad fighter who’d struck him launched a kick at Drew’s side, sending him toppling close to the edge of the walkway. More of the Riven soldiers joined him, kicking out and stabbing down, trying to force the Graycloaks’ leader with the shining white sword from the wooden bridge. They couldn’t have known he was a therianthrope, but they soon found out.

For a moment, the invaders must have thought there was a wild dog on the platform with them, snapping at their ankles. When the jaws connected with bones, shattering limbs and severing feet, they realized their problem was far greater. The beast emerged among the mass of screaming soldiers, and even the Graycloaks pulled back as the Werewolf rose with a mighty howl. The moon chose that moment to finally emerge from the cloudy sky, and in an instant white flames raced the entire length of Moonbrand, blinding the frantic attackers. Drew brought the weapon around in a wide arc, the blade severing everything it touched: sword, shield, spear, and body.

Drew roared and jumped forward, bodies crunching beneath his clawed feet as the Werewolf sought fresh foes. He was within the tower top now, surrounded by panicked leather-clad warriors who stabbed vainly at the lycanthrope. The swords found their target, but the men of Riven were ill-equipped, their steel untreated by silver, unlike those of the Vermirian Guard. Moonbrand lit up the structure, making the siege engine’s summit glow like a beacon. Drew forced the men back, and they toppled over one another as they fell down the steps onto their companions’ raised weapons. Finding himself alone on the highest floor of the tower, Drew turned to the walkway and let the blade fly once more, emboldened by its power. Moonbrand cut through the wooden planking, and the platform tumbled away, falling to the ground far below.

With a graceful bound, Drew leapt the ten feet back across to the battlements, just in time to see a quick-thinking Graycloak launch a flaming cask of oil at the tower.

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