With shocking realization, Ludo knew that Miklos was in mortal danger. From his experiences from his father’s estates, he knew that wolves were intelligent, cunning and ruthless animals. They would naturally attack the most vulnerable target, in this case Miklos. Ludo exhaled sharply in the cool night air, shot his arrow into the closest wolf as it made its way toward the spellcaster, and quickly notched another to his bow whilst continuing to look for a target.
With the riders down and wolves charging, Feldard moved from his cover and did his best to reload his crossbow. Hurry.. hurry. There! He raised the crossbow and aimed as the first of the wolves crested their small hill. Release! Feldard didn’t wait to see if his aim was true, he dropped his crossbow in favour of his axe and began to rush forward to intercept the wolves charge on Miklos.
Maruc raised his shield and swiftly stepped in front of Miklos. Timing the impending collision of the lead wolf, he bunched his legs and launched himself forward as the beast cannoned into him. Maruc was jarred against the impact. Despite being stunned, the wolf’s reactions were lightning fast and a paw wrenched open Maruc’s shield and it bit hard into the priests steel pauldron. Maruc rammed the shield rim into its head to loosen its vice-like grip. It wouldn’t budge and it began to rake the priests breastplate with its heavy claws. In desperation he brought his knee up sharply between the wolf’s legs. It took three attempts to encourage it to let go. He spun on his heel and brought his flail around in a wide fast arc and down on the creature catching one of its legs which snapped at a sickening angle.
Grateful for the priest’s intervention. Miklos backed away. Glancing to the left he saw Feldards mage-wrought axe cleave with ease through the toughened hide of the dire wolf facing him. To his left Stefan fared less well, but fought valiantly none-the-less. Miklos backed away further as Maruc was forced back by the wolf biting and clawing at him.
If he got the chance he’d have to thank him for saving his life. Not for the first time either.
The beast shot forward and fastened its jaw to Maruc’s thigh, the priest cried out and slammed the flail again and again into its spine until its back legs gave way.
Stephan kept a steady breath as he let fly three arrows before the wolves had to be engaged. A split second behind the action of Feldard, Stephan followed suit–dropping this bow and hefting melee weapons. In his case, sword and shield.
He rushed forward. Seeing the first wolf nearly downed by Maruc, and the second well in hand by Feldard, he took on the third. The snarling beast lunged in an impossible arc through the air. Stephan stepped sideways bringing his blade down, striking the lupine in midair.
“Blessed, Halav! The hide is tough!” Stephan thought as his sword did little damage on this first attack. The beast landed with a sickening sound of growling hatred and scrabbling claws. Turning on Stephan, the thing again lunged with a cunning twist that caught Stephan off guard…
Hasan saw the wolves close the distance in a trice, but they never reached his sword’s striking range. Which was all the same with the elf, who saw the fury with which the creatures attacked his companions. Maruc faced one just 10 feet away and could scarcely hold it away from the nearly defenseless mage. As the wolf latched its jaw into the priest’s leg, it finally presented a clear target. Hasan drilled an arrow into the creature’s outstretched neck. It yelped loudly and ran off away from the direction of the lair.
With only one dire wolf left to contend with, just as they thought the battle practically over another wolf sprinted out from the lair entrance.