The Greycloak turned in time to see a Wolfman, mid-flight, leaping through the air toward him, a further two close behind. The Wolfshead blade wasn’t up in time, and the beast landed over his shoulder, legs and arms embracing him. The jaws came down, disappearing into Trent’s collar. Finally the sword connected, punching through the creature’s stomach and out of its back, but Trent was already falling. The slain Wylderman tumbled into the water as Trent’s hand went to his own throat, trying to staunch the flow of blood. His sword came up as the next Wolfman hit him and he was lost beneath its merciless blows.

B5 P6 C3