Hector- Staff

Blackhand danced about them, laughing, as the two fought. Drew caught sight of the thing in the magister’s hand now, a twisted length of ugly, burned metal that appeared to be a lightning rod. Its ends were pointed and the magister twirled it in his necrotic hand, awaiting his chance to turn it upon Wolf and Lion. The Boarlord darted toward the struggling brothers, thrusting the rod into the melee like a spear, catching the Werewolf’s thigh with a glancing blow and bringing it back bloody. It was only a scratch, but cold, sickening pain radiated from where the rod had struck him.

B6 P6 C7