The Thing made a high jump and Wolf jumped to the next table. This was no closed space where the Thing could use walls to redirect its attack. They continued the fight up and down the tables; leaping from one to another. The swords clashed and banged.
Then Wolf slipped on a plate and fell to the table. The Thing was on him in a second. He parried the blow, but lost his sword and rolled off the table. The Thing jumped down and picked up the sword. It put it in a scabbard on its back, then bared its teeth at Wolf and jumped to the attack.
Wolf blocked with the only thing he had available, the glass cube in his hand. The cube exploded in a flash of light. Wolf wasn't sure he had a left hand anymore. It felt like it was simply gone. The Thing wailed and dropped its sword to pull out the ro
