As the wolves attacked the group disintigrated around him, but Fin and Celeb remained fast, moving together in a defensive posture. Fin drew his sword, his father's blade and as the nearest wolf turned on him, Fin gave him a deadly blow to the face. Slitting the side of his face smashed the wolf's mouth open and Fin lunged, piercing the brain through the top o the mouth. He had become calm and all trace of humour had gone, this was battle and concentration was what was needed, not raw strength.
"To me, Halflings, to me!" he cried, hoping to rally the force that was milling around. Bailin and Gaddy seemed to be coping but nevertheless, it was better to fight in a group than in isolated cells.
Celeb took a strike at a wold near her, but it darted away to the right. The wolves seemed to skirt the two more than before, going for the easier prey.
"To me!" Fin cried again.
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