screamed Dek, as the Iron Wolves attacked the beast… weapons raised and hacking down with ferocity and need. “Take it alive!” bellowed Kiki over the melee, and the Iron Wolves hacked at the splice, cutting at limbs as Dalgoran pulled a coil of rope from his pack and tossed it to Kiki. Amongst the scattered fire they battled and bludgeoned the splice, cutting free all four limbs in a frenzy of slamming sword and axe strikes… until it lay there, panting, single remaining dark insect eye fixed on them, glistening, intelligent, understanding… Dek ran to Ragorek and crouched by the man, crouched by his brother. Ragorek was breathing fast and shallow, staring down at the limb like a thick spear inside him. He looked up at Dek and understanding passed between the two men. Ragorek was dying, and dying fast. There was no way Rag was walking away from a wound like that; to pull the limb free would be to unplug a river that would empty him like a bucket gushing free.
