Drew On- Bridge

Drew hit the icy water in the bottom of the ditch with a splash. He pounded through the stream, back toward Stormdale. As he approached the low bridge, four black-cloaked archers appeared along its length, stopping their run as they saw his approach. They reached for their arrows, loading bows as he neared. Drew sped up, embracing the change fully now and unsheathing Moonbrand as he took to the air. The middle two bowmen were leveling their weapons just as the Werewolf leapt at them.

The first archer was run through cleanly by the sword, the glowing blade emerging from his back, shining momentarily before it was whipped free again. Drew’s clawed foot sent the next man crashing into a third, the two tumbling from the bridge. Drew barged the dying bowman into the last of the black-cloaked men, but the archer sidestepped his companion, firing his bow wildly at close range to the Werewolf. The arrow cut into Drew’s left shoulder, and the pain was instantaneous. A roar from the Wolf was enough to break the man’s courage, and the archer jumped from the bridge to join his comrades in the ditch. Drew leapt back into the stream bed, running swiftly away from the melee as the call to arms went up in the camp. Soon he was clearing the copse of trees and dashing the final distance to the walls of Stormdale, where the gates were already opening to allow him in.

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