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Nym stumbled out the way as another wolf suddenly dived onto the one that had been attacking her. She didn't know what was going on, but she was thankful that she was being helped out. She gasped as the helping wolf was pushed back towards her, the small cry from the helping wolf had a voice that was familiar to her.
"Charlotte," She muttered, this being the second time that the shapeshifter had helped her in a tight situation.

Nym stumbled again as Charlotte pushed her back, almost tripping up on something hard in the sand. She glanced down to see something angular and metal,

"Nym, pick it up! Help the wolf finish the other wolf off!" Morris shouted over all the noise.

Nym quickly obeyed, grabbing at the metal object, shaking most of the sand from it. Looking at it, she could see that it was like a boomerang in shape, the tips sharpened to a point, one edge sharper than the other. Two gaps were cut out nearer the middle, and in the very center it looked like there was a joint, as if the boomerang folded in half. It looked so strange, but so cool at the same time. It reminded her of Hope from Final Fantasy, he used a weapon like this. He was much like her. Perhaps this was the way to go then.

"Nym, throw it!" Morris cried again.

She looked up at the circling wolves, raising the newly found weapon, glancing between the two to distinguish which was the attacking wolf and which was Charlotte.
"Please don't hit Charlotte," She pleaded under her breath before throwing the new found weapon, putting all the force she could behind it. The bladed weapon sliced through the air with ease, striking true in the side of the wolf, so deep that the wolf toppled over almost instantly.

"Oh my god, I killed a wolf." Nym said, hands clapped over her mouth in shock. She'd never killed anything before, and she just murdered a wolf.

"Nym, get the boomerang! This isn't over yet." Morris told her next, the mini-chimera's words like barked orders. She once again followed what he said, rushing over to the dead wolf to pull the weapon from it's side, grimacing at the blood that stained it. "I guess this saved Charlotte having to tussle with this one."