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It didn't appear the blacksmith was capable of doing so at first, because he didn't move. But then, wearily, straining, he got his hands beneath him and climbed to his feet. Each step was an effort, but his strength hadn't lessened when he stomped a foot down on one of the chains binding Teloth, violently jerking the werewolf to the ground.

He put his foot on the werewolf's face and pushed it into the dirt.

"Call them off." He instructed. Ichor dribbled onto the sand next to Teloth's face, little beads of gold. Smith leaned more weight onto Teloth's face. "Now."