Drew On- Treetop fight

Drew was already moving, his lupine form leaping across the thick branches that supported the wooden landing, the footsteps of the Wyldermen echoing overhead. He hopped through the shadows, clawed feet and hand gripping the bark, Moonbrand strapped into his back scabbard again. On the far side of the platform, the wooden planks were stacked on top of one another. Straining, Drew reached up, his clawed hand taking a firm hold of the uppermost board, claws burrowing into the timber for the strongest purchase. The Werewolf took a couple of deep breaths before swinging out and around, throwing his body into the night in a fluid motion. He released his hold once his legs had passed beyond the horizontal, allowing his momentum to carry him onto the landing. He rolled, coming up growling as the three guards turned in surprise.

Drew kicked out, snapping the first wild man’s leg and propelling him into the open hatch. The remaining two came straight at him, one jabbing with a spear while the other swung his club. Drew dodged, caught the end of the spear and yanked, pulling the Wylderman in the direction the Werewolf had come from. The man sailed off the landing, following his companion into the night. The third’s club cracked into Drew’s back; his shoulder blade hummed from the impact and the blow propelled him toward the edge. His claws dug into the floorboards, tracking scored lines through the aged timber.

The club came down again, striking the Werewolf’s temple and sending him crashing to the deck. Drew lashed out with his leg, sweeping the Wylderman’s feet from under him until he toppled beside him. The club went up one more time, but Drew’s hand was quicker, closing around the man’s throat and tearing it from his body. He hopped to his feet, crouching and panting as he surveyed the Great Oak’s walkways through the rain.

B4 P5 C6