"I have fought the beast and won!!" Tiberius exclaimed "Now, we can watch it die and be rid of this wretched creature!! Bring the silver!!" The village rallied and cheered behind him, all blindly following his commands. Lucas was unconscious as he was tied to a pole and stripped of all his clothes. His wounds from the silver knife and the cup of molten silver were not healing at all and his body was covered in scratches. The smith melted down every scrap of silver the townsfolk handed him and soon everyone had a silver shank or a cup of molten silver, or had dipped the edge of their favorite weapon in silver. Lucas' eyes flew open as he woke up and he immediately began to struggle against the ropes. He could feel the silver around him and it was nauseating and painful. Primal might welled up from inside him, but it wasn't enough. Tiberius looked and pointed for the villagers to attack. Shiv after shiv, cup after cup, and weapon after weapon, Lucas was powerless to defend himself from the crippling onslaught of silver. The wounds hissed and bubbled, clearly a severe allergic reaction, but he was bound to the pole and could only watch and scream in pain as his body was torn apart. One villager stabbed just above his heart and another poured her cup of silver into the wound. Lucas froze as the liquid metal coated his cardiac muscle which instantly went into shock, he was having a heart attack. Finally, he would die and no one else would be hurt. A smile came to his face