Tintallė had been bowled over by the warg's weight. His breath was knocked out of him but he had no time to lie on the ground and gasp. The warg was now snapping at him, trying to reach his neck. Tinntallė Was holding to warg off with one arm and desparately trying to draw his knife with the other. The wargs was leaning into him more and more and his arm was beginning to shake with the strain.
At last he found the hilt of his knife, he put all of his concentration into drawing it. It came easily and Tintallė got it ready to thrust into the wargs chest but his arm gave way first. The warg drove forward, using Tintallė's stomach to push off, and push strait into Tintallė's blade. The warg howled, a terrible noise as the blood gurgled up its throat.
Tintallė took his chance, he rolled over so that the warg was underneath and he was able to stand. Two arrows flew from the direction of the group, he didn't know who had shot them but he was very grateful for them as they kept the warg down. One hit the warg in the shoulder, the other in the stomach, Tintallė didn't dare rest though. He pulled the knife out of the squirming form of the warg and stabbed it through the neck, ending it s life instantly.
[ April 12, 2003: Message edited by: dragoneyes ]
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