Part 2: Leaving the Watchtower and the hour is getting late

[Dracos]

Jan:

The wolves circled Jan, not leaving him be as he stood there, leaping at him and slashing.

Leets:

It was a broken ring of metal.  Not like the type that was worn on a finger, so much as the type that was used to make chain meshes or mail.

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

Jan swiped back at the wolves, trying to drag them in to try and hold them down in a hug or something. They were still small, despite their supernatural endurance, so maybe they could be dealt with that way.

[Shukuen]

Leets absently pocketted the scraps of metal and tried to find something else that could be salvaged.

[Dracos]

Jan:

Jan did manage to catch one after a bit, the wolf snarling and struggling in it's arms, biting at him.

Dracos

[Dracos]

Leets:

Nothing else, unless he was going to walk off with the attached to the wall furniture.  Heck, the scraps looked like they were barely salvagable as is.

Dracos

[Shukuen]

Leets frowned at the lack of raidable goods and went to check the windows to see if the giant or the wolves have left yet.

[Dracos]

Leets:

They were locked in brutally mortal combat outside the door.

Dracos

[Shukuen]

"Just our luck to stumble into Wolf Monster territory," Leets grumbled, slumping against the window and yawning; tiredly watching the battle between beast and machine.

[Olvelsper]

Jan attempted to catch another, even as he tried to pack the first wolf underneath enough dirt and debris to keep it firmly pinned down and out of his hair.

[Dracos]

Unfortunately, in trying to bury the wolf, the wolf got purchase on the ground again, seeming to slip into it and out of his hands and circling about.

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

The golem gave a curious quirk of the head before trying to collect all the wolves in his arms. Maybe the others could get by then, or he could simply chuck them all out into the woods. Was there a lake out there?

He tried to recall the route.

[Dracos]

They did pass a lake on their journey here, but that wasn't going to be an issue as he couldn't manage to get a hold of three of them, much less all eight.

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

The golem thundered its way towards the house that Leets and the others were in...and shook his head in a 'no go' sort of fashion. He turned and started stomping his way through town to see what the hell kind of odds they were facing.

Bad enough there were already eight of them.

[Dracos]

As he walked around the town, the eight wolves continued hounding him, trying to bring him down.

Dracos

[Halbarad]

"Good lord, are there enough of them out there?" Clyde muttered. Pushing his already-protesting muscles, he began to look around the house to see if he can find anything that might be usable to help even the odds a bit.