Drew On- Flying Limbs

The Werewolf came at the Wyldermen, red feathers fluttering free from his pelt as his glowing white blade and teeth tore into the tribesmen. Wings erupted from Red Rufus’s back, rattling as the rain pounded on them, flexing as he leapt forward on monstrous avian feet. With the downpour and dusk cloaking them, the therianthropes had the elements on their side, but the Wyldermen’s ferocity was overwhelming. Those with weapons threw themselves into Drew’s path, fearless in the face of the Werewolf and intent upon preventing him from reaching the lift. Those without blades attacked like wild animals, hands clawing and teeth snapping as they surged onto Wolf and Hawk. Drew felt flint and canine teeth stabbing at him and pushed the pain to one side as he struggled to dispatch his enemies. Moonbrand sailed through the rain, opening up wild men and sending their limbs spinning through the air.

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