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With a sudden burst of adrenaline you wind up and throw the branch. Using your ears to time
the throw you try to hit the front wheel of one of the Wereharleys. You miss horribly. You hear the branch go
far past the motorcycles and into the bushes behind. The wereduck you were aiming for sees this and starts laughing
(pretty much a fast quack). While laughing he shakes his shoulders ever so slightly. This twists the handlebar
which widens his circle by just a few inches. The few inches needed for him to catch his foot on a mulberry bush (the
monkey and weasel are both long gone). As his leg is ripped out of the hip socket he is pulled off of his motorcycle.
The Wereduck following him runs over his torso, killing him and that Wereduck falls off his WereHarley. They all pile
into one heap of twisted steal and feathers. The few survivors are easily dispatched with your sword. Through
the miracle of mirth you have dispatched the infamous Weredcuks of Cockslam Pond.
Congratulations
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