Drew On- Vs. Heckett

Drew crouched low as the Crablord surged up to him, an open claw arcing over his head and snapping at thin air. The Wolf’s leg flew out, striking the shin of one of its spindly legs, but the blow bounced off, the gnarled skin impenetrable. As another pincer came down, Drew swept his other foot about, taking the Crab’s armored leg out from under it. Hackett went down on one knee as the Wolf jumped forward, between the Crab’s arms, inside the monster’s reach. Drew searched for a weak spot, a soft place where the armored hide didn’t protect the creature. The Crablord’s bald head twisted, extending from within its shell-covered shoulders, scrawny neck supporting the misshapen mass. Drew’s teeth snapped at its face, the hideous mouth biting back, a mess of hinged teeth that moved independently of one another. A clawed hand caught the back of Drew’s neck, squeezing hard and causing him to cry out. Keeping hold, Hackett raised the Wolf in the air and smashed him onto the floor of the courtyard. Holding the lycanthrope in place in its clawed grip, the Crablord raised its other limb, pincers twitching menacingly as it let out a gurgling roar of triumph.

B5 P3 C6