Everything is a weapon in the right hands. The first step was the easiest.The Illwrought turned its piggy eyes to him and was immediately beaned with a bag of nails. It gave a rattling squeal and its flesh rippled across its back. "C’mon! Fresh meat, right here!"Harker's first assumption about the creature was immediately proven correct. Unlike the more wolf-like creatures in the woods, this Illwrought had only one tactic. It charged. Stupid beast.“Hup!” Harker leapt to the side aisle, barely ahead of twisted tusks. The Illwrought wasn’t so nimble. It careened wholesale through the front of the shop. Wood splintered and cut stone cracked. The beast bellowed in its flat, breathless voice and flailed its tusks through a shelf of fabric and coiled rope.Harker ran, a queasy laugh bubbling out of his chest. The Illwrought gave chase, slamming down the aisles and forcing the bolted wooden shelves to bend and groan. Each crash loosened the bolted shelves, toppling barrels and crates atop the creature and tearing its stitched flesh apart. It wasn’t enough to kill the thing, but it was an excellent distraction.Harker slashed as he ran, slicing through burlap sacks of sawdust and flour. They dumped their contents in his wake, coating the floor and the Illwrought alike (...)