Miklos’s last web incantation left his hand and bound the struggling Vlaak fast. He felt quite lightheaded after the exertion of controlling so much magic in such a short time. He vaguely wished for Dentiata’s wand right now. It would have solved a big problem.
The lull in the fighting lent a pathetic poignancy to the Vlaak’s cries. Miklos wondered what have overcome him a few moments before….it was almost spiritual. He stalked over to the the prone giant, and took careful aim and brained him with his staff. Stunned for a moment Vlaak shut up. “That’s better,” muttered the mage.
Maruc caught Feldard’s eye and it didn’t look good. He spun as the another crashed into the floor. Maruc did the only sensible thing in the circumstances. He rammed his flail into it.
Ludo almost sob with the emotion running through him, Vlaak was lying prostrate on the ground, helpless, bound tight by the magic that Miklos had cast upon him. Hr felt a great burden lift from his shoulders. Carefully he reached between the strands of the web, grabbed Vlaak’s mighty sword and threw it away against the far wall with a loud clatter. “Feldard can you finish off the dog? Vlaak, I think its time you and we had a little chat”.
Hasan charged forward with the mage, but his target was the great wolf that had greeted them – it seemed like ages ago. “For the Radlebb!” the elf shouted as his sword crashed down onto the thickly muscled shoulder of the wolf. The blow hit home hard, but the wolf still managed to slash a huge paw across Hasan’s legs, instantly felling the light warrior. “Help!” was all the elf could manage, rolling as the the wolf’s slavering jaws snapped in his ear.
Webs were not going to hold the frost wolf long, already the beast was mostly freed from it’s sticky threads. Feldard rushed to close the distance and struck at the wolf’s muzzle as it began to open its great maw in attack. It didn’t matter to Feldard which had been intended – bite or frost – both were lethal to the party at this point.
Stephan ran to assist Feldard with the attack on the second wolf. He saw the dwarf had already delivered hideous wounds and the beast was faltering. It was an easy job, between Feldard’s axe and Stephan’s sword to bring the fell creature to its last icy breath.
Vlaak was aghast. He had been utterly confident that he and his pets would be able to eliminate these troublemakers with no great difficulty. Now, both his prized Ostlandian wolves were dead, and he was trapped and helpless.