<html>
<head>
<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1">
<style type="text/css" style="display:none;"><!-- P {margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0;} --></style>
</head>
<body dir="ltr">
<div id="divtagdefaultwrapper" style="font-size:12pt;color:#000000;font-family:Calibri,Helvetica,sans-serif;" dir="ltr">
<p>The last scene of UtB, where Drift bites down on Whisper confused some people. I have rewritten the section to make it more clear what's going on. My apologies that it took me so long. Depression sucks.</p>
<p><br>
</p>
<p>An updated version will be sent to MK-Submit momentarily.<br>
</p>
<p><br>
</p>
<p>Hallan</p>
<p><br>
</p>
<p>-----</p>
<p><br>
</p>
<p></p>
<div>
<div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>Something shifted in the creature's face, and the massive wolf loosened its bite.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>Backing away, it pawed first at its head, then at its collar, metal claws raking fruitlessly against metal spikes in an ever-increasing frenzy.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>Another self-destructive explosion seemed imminent.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>Then Misha broke free of his fast-disintegrating ice prison.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>He hefted Whisper into a crossing block.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>
"Drift-"</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">KILL HI-</i></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>Edward, son of Alan Snow, whirled with death in his eyes and slammed his jaws shut on the black axe's shaft.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>The runic weapon struck back instantly, ripping life energy from the beast like a wolverine eviscerating a rabbit.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>Carcarak, creation of Revonos, desperate to stay alive, pulled every last drop of daedra energy from the broken linking spell embedded in the collar around his neck, devouring every spell and enchantment ever woven into it or through it.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>The collar, overstrained far beyond anything for which it had ever been designed, flared white-hot for a tenth of a second before detonating, hurling Misha, Whisper, and the War Wolf in three separate directions.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes">
</span>Silence fell, broken only by the TCHOKK of Whisper burying itself two feet into a boulder as it landed.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"> </p>
</div>
<br>
</div>
<br>
<p></p>
</div>
</body>
</html>