[ A wolf howls, spinning around to meet a power that is barreling in from behind, but it's too late. His eyes lock just as the creature's claws rip through Vikor's torso. A mortal wound.
Priorities shift at the sight of Viktor's blood. It's no longer possible to have a round free of carnage. Swells of dark blue energy speckled with black begin to emit off of Megumi. A quick hand sign, ushers in a familiar chilling presence. The shadow itself grows in size as swirls of obsidian energy change shape from transparent and cloudy to opaque-and liquid tar-like. Dripping down about seven feet up, a form begins to reveal: a huge bi-pedal werewolf standing, poised ready to attack. Its familiar void-like aura permeates outward destroying all of the lesser flyhead curses that have seemed to litter the space. These creatures, although weak are attracted to corruption and negative energy. Previously they had been swarming around the head of the dementated wolf-spider, encouraging and bathing in the heavy dark energy. This is the sight of a cursed shaman, and that of a man whose life hangs in the balance.
Like a slingshot pulled back to the maximized point of tension, the wolf crouches and lunges forward taking his massive claws and swiping at the beast in an attempt to knock it away from Viktor. An invitation for direct combat. ]
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Priorities shift at the sight of Viktor's blood. It's no longer possible to have a round free of carnage. Swells of dark blue energy speckled with black begin to emit off of Megumi. A quick hand sign, ushers in a familiar chilling presence. The shadow itself grows in size as swirls of obsidian energy change shape from transparent and cloudy to opaque-and liquid tar-like. Dripping down about seven feet up, a form begins to reveal: a huge bi-pedal werewolf standing, poised ready to attack. Its familiar void-like aura permeates outward destroying all of the lesser flyhead curses that have seemed to litter the space. These creatures, although weak are attracted to corruption and negative energy. Previously they had been swarming around the head of the dementated wolf-spider, encouraging and bathing in the heavy dark energy. This is the sight of a cursed shaman, and that of a man whose life hangs in the balance.
Like a slingshot pulled back to the maximized point of tension, the wolf crouches and lunges forward taking his massive claws and swiping at the beast in an attempt to knock it away from Viktor. An invitation for direct combat. ]