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2023-03-19阿门罗 来源:百合文库
The tips of the hare’s ears turned red as the wolves in the audience jeered.
“And your form!” The wolf began pacing around the perimeter of the arena, eyes never leaving his opponent. “Little heavy on the back foot, aren’t you? You sure you even know how to use that hammer of yours?”
Odwald charged, screaming in a wild rage, his face a canvas of hatred. The war hammer reared back farther than any of the hare’s previous strikes, just as the wolf anticipated. When it came forward, he knew precisely where it would go, and precisely where it wouldn’t. At the very last moment, the wolf leaned back.
The hammer missed his snout by a hair’s breadth – then kept on going. The wolf caught Odwald’s panicked eyes for an instant before the hammer, continuing its wild arc, spun the hare around on his feet. A firm kick from the wolf sent Odwald sprawling into a nearby fencepost, cracking the wood in twain. The fence finally gave way, the battered hare tumbling out of the ring into the madly parting crowd.
When Odwald finally came to a stop, he was looking up at the crowd of disbelieving eyes encircling him. But as he struggled to get up, he discovered with more than a hint of unpleasantness that the wolf’s blade had locked into place against his throat. Odwald’s gaze tracked up the blade, carrying over ancient runes embedded in the steel, where he found himself staring into the golden eyes of his foe: Thane Greymane, Prince of Blades.
“And your form!” The wolf began pacing around the perimeter of the arena, eyes never leaving his opponent. “Little heavy on the back foot, aren’t you? You sure you even know how to use that hammer of yours?”
Odwald charged, screaming in a wild rage, his face a canvas of hatred. The war hammer reared back farther than any of the hare’s previous strikes, just as the wolf anticipated. When it came forward, he knew precisely where it would go, and precisely where it wouldn’t. At the very last moment, the wolf leaned back.
The hammer missed his snout by a hair’s breadth – then kept on going. The wolf caught Odwald’s panicked eyes for an instant before the hammer, continuing its wild arc, spun the hare around on his feet. A firm kick from the wolf sent Odwald sprawling into a nearby fencepost, cracking the wood in twain. The fence finally gave way, the battered hare tumbling out of the ring into the madly parting crowd.
When Odwald finally came to a stop, he was looking up at the crowd of disbelieving eyes encircling him. But as he struggled to get up, he discovered with more than a hint of unpleasantness that the wolf’s blade had locked into place against his throat. Odwald’s gaze tracked up the blade, carrying over ancient runes embedded in the steel, where he found himself staring into the golden eyes of his foe: Thane Greymane, Prince of Blades.
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