Running with Wolves
That was the way in which Selmor had ensured complete compliance from the Druid; torturing his wife in front of him, bargaining her life for his magic.
Pain crushed around my chest, when one of the giants lowered his arm and swiped across the land, like he was getting ants off of a pic-nic blanket, in a bored, almost controlled way. Wolves and Dark Elves were certainly crushed under such a force.
Uncertainty crept on me like a scowl, if we kept this up, I was dooming my pack to a certain death. I was about to call to retreat and gather our forces, to rethink a possible strategy against this unknown but powerful attacker, when Pernwél shouted behind me.