Shit! So much for tracking anything. Hell, it’s right there and they were no where near ready. Green flashes that did not come from Thad with a heat force that knocked them all back a few steps brought to focus the fucking biggest wolf like monster Thad had ever dreamed of. There was no question this was the fight for the world again.

With wolf beast. And as if Veti knew that she changed again. He glanced to her as she was the woman he wanted all over again. But why human now? He wasn’t gona ask but he sure was going to try to stay close enough to her to back her up. Guns. Did she ask for guns? But again a question that couldn’t be asked or answered as others began attacks. Seymon was quick. Dot followed.

Thad pulled the fur from his pocket cringing that he had to use it already before he had any good idea of what to make or how to attack. He should have listen to Henry. Well better late than never, sort of.

“Henry!” He shouted over the ringing in his ears and strange wind over his face. “What am I making? Cold iron, blessed silver and some weird guys dick?” Thad began to rub the fur together between the palms of his hands. No way this would be blessed silver or Yacker’s wood from his ice queen which Thad did not follow at all. Ok he hadn’t listened. Ok he didn’t really have a clue. But he could gather the forces of these tuffs of hair created as they were by the beast himself in the form of a servant. And he could shove it down his god damn mouth. If he could get it hard enough, like all those parts Henry tried to explain to him, well maybe it would at least make the god wolf cough or choke or eat his own hair at the least. 

Ok that was Thad’s lame plan, but its what he got.

He needed help for sure. He looked to Henry. "In his mouth right? Way down there. I'll toss it in you add the chaser. You and that bad ass new guy. Gabe."

The heat between his hand was almost bruning and the fibers of the hairs Siya had managed to grab began to melt together. It stunk and it burned. Almost now red in color, the hairs twisted into a sharp spear with tuffs of piercing edges all around. It cut his palms. Thad spit on the hard iron to cool it off and mumbled into his hands, “This silver I do bless, forgive me father.” Thad kept rubbing them together, the fur turned metal mixing with the blood of his hands. He stepped closer to Seymon who was giving him the exact opening he was looking for. He kicked the ground as he moved and found a piece of a small stick. What the hell wood was wood. He picked it up quickly and moved it into his rotating magic mutt masher. Blood, fur, wood and magic.

When the flea bitten monster mutt opened his mouth to bite at Seymon or to scream in pain Thad threw the hard metal cold iron, blessed silver, yanked wood right into the god wolf’s mouth. 

Ok, so it wasn’t exactly what Henry suggested but its got to stuff the fang filled mouth with something other than Seymon. Thad could hope.