Exton

Werewolves explode from the woods. We're surrounded, and I have no clear idea of their numbers. My horse rears, and my blade slashes across a hairy throat. He falls, blood gouting, and the horse's hooves come back down across his spine, crushing it. No matter; he'll never feel anything again.

Nekron fights like a mad thing, his blade flashing in the moonlight. I want to shout at him for wasted motion, but I have another were to occupy me, and this one is no fool. He goes for the horse, not for me; but this is no ordinary horse. This is a warhorse of the Wild Hunt. He turns into the maddened were, knocking him to the ground. He's up again almost immediately, but he's lost his advantage. My blade keeps him at a safe distance - until another werewolf attacks from the other side.

Nekron's blade flashes and a werewolf loses its head. At almost the same time Raina's slender blade rips another were from sternum to groin. She whirls in the same movement, impaling the monster who is about to rip Nekron from his horse. It's not a fatal blow, so she twists the sword as she pulls it back, and then finishes the job with a slash across the throat. She looks up and shouts. I've allowed the second were to get too close. I dodge, but his claws catch in my leg, ripping. An inch closer and it would have severed the femoral artery and I'd have bled to death in short order.

"Mortuis!" It's Raina, and I cringe when I see what she's going to do. This has to be timed so precisely…. She throws her slender jian like a javelin and it takes the were who wounded me in the eye, the blade penetrating through the back of his skull for at least a foot.

That's it.

Had I forgotten that I was not dependent solely upon sorcerous steel? Green flame erupts from my other hand, clinging to the remaining were like napalm. He shrivels and screams and dies, writhing in agony.