[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Holbytlass grinned toothily at the remaining villagers. "And just how did you plan on killin' me then?" she asked interestedly. The villagers traded glances. To be honest, they had no idea. They had assumed she would attack and that it would be a melodramatic fight to the death, filled with passionate cries, blood-curdling screams, and yells of a nature so theatrical that I shall not endeavor to describe them here. And now the wolf wanted to know how she was going to die.

"Well..." said one quick thinking villager. "Why don't you tell us how you think you're going to die."

Holby laughed wolfishly and looked at them with an interestingly pitying glance. "I believe," she said, "that you will first take several steps back, to throw me off guard."

"Of course we were going to do that!" cried the villagers, cottoning on to the way of avoiding the terribly embarrassing situation of being caught unprepared. They stepped back and muttered unconvincingly... to throw off the wolf.

"And then," she smiled, "you were going to send forth your Sherriffs to flank me, I'm assuming."

TGWBS and LMP stepped forward brawnily. Several lasses that had been entirely uninvolved and imaginary up until this moment swooned at their heroism. The men grinned at each other, and made to grip her arms. She let them, continuing.

"Perhaps you had then planned to send forth your Hunter to intimidate me?" Lhuna stepped forth, brandishing a spear. "And of course, you will have wanted your Seer to tell me that it was a lost cause all along." Firefoot obliged.

"And what else did you think we had planned on doing, wolf!?" cried mormegil sharply. The charade was working, and they seemed to be closing in quite adeptly.

"Well," she added softly. "you had assumed that I would come... how is it? Oh yes... that I would come quietly. I'm afraid that is out of the question. What sort of wolf would I be if I simply gave up?" And with that she transformed into a shape more terrifying and wolfish than ever before. Perhaps it was only that the village had not yet seen her transform in the daylight, but she seemed bigger even than Gil-Galad had. She seemed more subtle even than Saurreg had. A terrifying sight, really.

Firefoot stepped back, stumbling. Holbytlass swooped upon her like a demented owl, scratching the bejeezus out of her face. TGWBS and LMP dove for her but she brushed them aside, aiming for the defenseless mormegil. She cuffed him hard upside the left second rib and he dropped, gasping for water. From the shadows, Lhunartemis the Hunter threw her silver-tipped spear. Though she had missed out on catching the wolf last night, she did not miss now. Her aim was true and she skewered the wolf neatly. Holbytlass froze, looking down at the stake that had so neatly pierced her heart. She tossed TGWBS some mushrooms from her pocket as she transformed back to her petite human frame.

"Werewolf," she gasped in pain, "I am told... tastes marvelous when skewered with--" she fell to the ground, crumpled with pain. "With... mushrooms" she gasped "and A1 steak sauce." With that, the final werewolf was no more. Actually, she was still there, neatly skewered into a Holby-kabob, but her spirit was no more.

Actually, strictly speaking, that was inaccurate as well. What the triumphant village had assumed was a gathering mist was actually the departed spirits of the deceased. Eomer of the Rohirrim's translucent figure could be seen, just barely, playing the lute on the edge of the well. Nilpaurion danced a lively jig with Alice before Adam stole her away for a round. Kath floated happily above the villagers heads, bobbing to the beat. Gil-Galad, Saurreg, and Holby's pearly spirits hovered off in a quiet corner, looking morose. The village had won. The celebration would last all night and could, finally, be posted on this thread.

Congratulations Village!