Drew On- Vs. Ulik

He snapped to, just as the flail changed its direction, hurtling toward the ground where he lay. Drew rolled, and the silver shot ball smashed the black stone into dust where his head had been. Ulik’s huge foot descended upon Drew, prehensile toes seizing the young Wolf by the arm and throwing him across the plateau toward the cliff. Clavell whooped, clapping excitedly as the Werewolf tumbled and skidded closer to the drop. The White Fist scraped and scrabbled at the ground to slow his progression toward the drop, claws digging into the volcanic stone and leaving furrows in its wake. Drew came to a halt with his legs hanging over the ledge, death calling from below. Drew looked up, expecting the ball and chain to connect with him in a final telling blow, but the Ape and the Panther were once more engaged.

B6 P3 C6