Calixto was shoting arrows with mortal precision, but the Wargs were much sronger than would meet the eyes. Their flesh was thick and hard, taking more than a single arrow to wound them.
Calixto quickly ran out of arrows, so he grabbed his sword, Amnetiz, and engaged in melee combat. Amnetiz was a marvelous sword, having been made in the days of old, before Calixto's father was alive. In battle, Amnetiz would glow green and cut deep into the Wargs flesh, proving itself to be much more effective than mere arrows. But it was still a difficult fight, and no Warg would fall with ease and much blood was spilled over the land.
The fight was not over when, suddenly, the Wargs turned back and escaped into the distance, leaving their dead companions behind. They were running towards Wylin, following a distant, but mighty, evil and terrifying howl. It was the leader of the pack that had summoned the Wargs. They were running towards Wylin!
Calixto ran towards Gwyn as she closed her eyes and fell to the ground.
*** Gwyn, wake up! ***
The wound on her arm was ulgy and would bleed constantly. The party would first have to take care of Gwyn if they later wanted to chase the Wargs towards Wylin.
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