Drew On- Vs. Wylderman cont.

Another red-feathered Wylderman jumped on Drew’s back, his knife glancing off the side of the Werewolf’s head, while the remaining two jabbed with their spears. Drew felt one of the flint-headed weapons cut into his chest, his thick, lycan ribs deflecting major injury though he still felt pain. He howled, snapping his head back, trying to reach the Wylderman who clung to him, an arm wrapped about his muscular throat. The knife went up again, and the blade bit into Drew’s sword arm, so Moonbrand clattered to the icy ground.

Another lunge from the spearmen hit Drew’s thigh, causing him to drop to one knee. His right hand was free now, while his left stump tried to parry the spears. He reached up, bloody gray fingers snatching at the fellow on his back. He grabbed him by the shoulder, his claws crunching through flesh, making the brute release his hold. As the first spearman came in, Drew spun where he crouched, whipping the Wylderman off his back and into the flint-headed weapon. The bone necklace rattled around the wild man’s throat as the spear disappeared into his back. The second spearman took his chance at the distraction, his weapon speeding down toward the unguarded Werewolf.

B4 P4 C7