Vect and the dwarven blacksmith, Ebron, walked briskly to the northern part of the camp facing the field with the river on their right. Vect saw Jack, Sara, and Lelu together and rushed over to them. "What in the nine hells is that," asked Jack when he saw the sword.
Vect gave a cocky grin as he lifted it up and rested the flat side on his shoulder, "Jealous?"
"Honestly? A little."
"Where's Beverly and Carl?"
"Split up into specialized groups. Carl's going to be firing arrows from above alongside the others that can fly and Beverly is providing calvary support with any fast moving fighters," answered Sara.
They heard the howls nearer. In the bright light of the full moon, they saw them come rushing out of the forest towards the line of defenders.
"Here they come," said Vect as he tightened his grip on the sword, preparing for the attack.
"And here we go," responded Lelu.
The two forces rushed at each other, slamming against one another. Jack slashes into a nearby werewolf, opening up its stomach and sidestepped another. He felt hot pain down his leg. His looked down to see 2 cuts along his thigh, 'didn't move fast enough'. He gritted his teeth and attacked the one that wounded him, striking the neck. Jack turned to see a werewolf towering over him before it dropped at his feet, a trio of arrows embedded in its head. Jack looked up and saw 3 winged figures fly off firing arrows as they went. Jack then attacked another opponent.
Vect swung his sword horizontally, muscles bulging as it met flesh, cutting 2 in half. He let the momentum from his swing carry him in a circle,bringing it up and then crashing down on top of another he spotted running towards him. He began to lift it back up when he saw movement to his left. Turning rapidly, Vect dragged the sword along the ground and at the last second lifted it up separating the ankles from the legs. He didn't expect it to continue forward and tackle him to the ground. The monster opened its jaws and nearly tore out his throat, but stopped short. It rolled sideways off of Vect revealing Duinir holding a dripping longsword, his armor covered in scratches and viscera from the battle. Duinir extended a hand and helped Vect to his feet. "Thanks for the help."
"Anytime my lord," Duinir smiled under his helm.
"My lord it isn't safe for you here," called Edran as he ran up to the pair.
"No place is safe, here he can do some good," countered Duinir, "where's Faral?"
"We got separated during the initial clash."
"You two should stick together. Vectivus can obviously look after himself."
"With that? That thing can't possibly be an effective....."
Vect pushed the pontificating self aside and swung the blade, surprisingly to himself one handed, over his head and down on the charging werewolf bisecting it cleanly.
"Nevermind," said Edran after he recovered his composure.
"Come on we've got a battle to win," yelled Duinir.
Vect lifted the blade up and began to follow looking sideways at the sword, 'did it always look that shiny?'