Carl pushed the Wolf carcass from off him and scrambled to his feet, pulling the knife from the Wolf’s throat. He could not find his bow, but grabbed up a burning brand dropped on the ground when when Hal fell, and charged toward the Warg bent on bringing down the Ranger.
Olo was slashing at the advancing Warg with his sword, but was rapidly loosing ground. His back was almost to the wagon where Branda and Tomba were caring for the fallen companions.
Carl saw the Warg prepare to leap at the Ranger. He took aim, and threw his knife with deadly force. It caught the Warg just above the right eye, cutting a deep furrow in the flesh, before hitting bone and glancing off. Blood spilled into the Warg’s eyes, and she shook her head violently trying to clear her obscured vision.
Olo rushed in, swinging his blade in an arc. He missed his intended target as the Warg’s head moved and sliced off the beasts left ear. Carl rushed in with his flaming brand and held it to the Warg’s face, where the knife had gashed her . . .
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‘Many are the strange chances of the world,’ said Mithrandir, ‘and help oft shall come from the hands of the weak when the Wise falter.’
– Gandalf in: The Silmarillion, 'Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age'
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