Carl fired his bow in rapid succession, wounding one of the Wolves, as it leaped across the perimeter and into the center of the circle. The Wolf struggled to its feet snarling. And Carl dropped his bow, meeting the enraged, charging Wolf with his knife flashing. The point of his blade met the Wolf’s throat as he leaped toward his assailant, and the weight of the falling Wolf brought down Carl beneath him, gashing his left arm deeply with its fangs even as it died.
The second Warg pup charged at Hal, meeting the flesh of the Hobbit’s right leg with his fangs and clamping down hard on it. Olo turned to his left and fired an arrow at it, causing it to let go its hold. The Ranger drew his sword and brought it down in a mighty arc against the neck of the pup, dropping it just as it strove to rend Hal once more.
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