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You call upon your advanced Discipline of Assimilance and create a cloud of fog directly in the path of the onrushing doomwolf. Suddenly blinded by the dense vapour, the creature missteps and loses its balance. You see it fall from the fog and plunge head first into the ravine. The weight on the fallen tree is lessened by the demise of the second doomwolf. You urge your companions to push harder against the pine and it starts to give. The compacted earth beneath it cracks and crumbles.
‘Get clear!’ you shout, and hastily the five of you leap away as the tree trunk sinks with the collapsing edge of the gully. There is a loud rumble and you see the tree and the loosened earth fall away into the yawning fissure. The remaining two doomwolves howl with terror as they tumble off the falling trunk and plummet to their doom at the base of the ravine, one hundred feet below.