There wasn’t time to analyze the situation in depth. Noah held an unusual weapon, a chain with small blades running along its length and a longer, wider blade at the end. I wondered where he had gotten it, but there was no time to ask. A single moment of distraction could mean my end in that kind of situation.
The black wolf was magnificent, powerful, and deadly. A smaller brown wolf had joined us as well. There were four Draugr left and four of us, assuming the wolves aimed to help.
The remaining Draugr advanced. Noah moved away from us to the side and cracked his weapon like a whip. The chain flicked outward in a wide arc and slashed a Draugr across the chest, ripping its flesh from its body, a macabre type of flaying. The Draugr didn’t flinch or stop; it just kept coming. That was
