The dark elf quickly got his bearings and swiftly unsheathed his sword. The snake skin armor had luckily saved him from more serious damage. Taralphiel had tried to stop the beast by injuring it with her knives to no avail. Anarya’s arrow hit its mark upon the thick hide of the werewolf, Rûdhchamion saw that Khelek was no match for the great beast, but the young wolf stood his ground valiantly.
Anarya strung another arrow, and the dark elf moved swiftly to reach the pup. As the werewolf reared up in pain and anger, Rûdhchamion grabbed the pup. The huge drauglin snapped its maws towards the elf who had taken his would be prize.
Making sure he had dropped Khelek carefully as close to Anarya, the dark elf turned once more towrds the monster. The elven arrows had weakened it, and all the elf had to do was quickly draw his sword, slashing at its neck.
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