Thorvald’s Wyrd 059
New fury burned through Thorvald’s body. Instead of waiting for the wolf’s leap to carry it to him, Thorvald surged forward, snatching the beast from the air. One arm snaked around its throat while he used the other, bare against its fur, to keep the gnashing teeth at bay.
Somehow his body held enough coordination to kick out at the other, boot striking it in the eye with a satisfying wet crunch. It flopped to the snow without even a yelp and laying there twitching. Alone with his final foe, Thorvald sucked in a lungful of frozen air and squeezed.