Solid Gold, Easy Action
The hairy, fanged, beast charged in ravening fury. Hannibal shot it with a crossbow but it ignored the wooden bolt and pounced upon Face. Angel tried to pull it away; the creature swatted him aside and opened gaping jaws.
“Get off him, fool!” roared B.A. Baracus. He punched the monster on the snout. It howled in pain, recoiled, and then lunged at Baracus’ neck.
And dropped dead.
“What was that thing?” Baracus asked.
“A wolfwere,” Fred explained. “Like a werewolf but it takes gold to kill it. On this planet I guess you count as a weapon of mass destruction.”