Gallowglass smelled the thing before she heard the scrape of its hooves on the wood. By the time it plummeted towards her, she had already swung herself over the gantry rail and dropped onto the heavy cargo boxes below. She landed hard, and an ache crept up her legs through the soles of her feet. She ignored it and made to rip her revolver from its holster.
The smell of her attacker engulfed her before she got the weapon clear. Claws tore through the back of her coat, snagging on the...