The blast rolled over her, the concussion of it simply moving through her body as she stood her ground, tiny but as unmovable as a mountain. The green flashes had more effect on her and she blinked away the viridian light and tried to see what had come to pass. As was turning into a natural reason she sought out Atticus first, her lover, her boss, the font of all that was right and fulfilling. Her eyes glazed over to all black as she took in the crumbled, battered form of Atticus where he lay sprawling. Her little face twisted into a mask of rage that eased only a little when she saw him stand. The relief she felt inside was as towering as her rage. Something had threatened him, something threatened him even then. She whirled and watched, listening to the words and plans fly as she took in the moment.

The Wolf-god. She knew the myth, but as she’d learned in all her time in Bain and Hoyle, myths were just the tip of the iceberg. Just the start and not always accurate. But one thing she knew, this thing, this creature had been bound. And bound for a long time. He had only just got free. That was stupid, a mistake and one he would pay for. 

Limbs bound for eternities atrophied, they grew weak, muscle, ligament, bone. All weakened when not used. He should have slunk off, shrugged off his captivity and come at them when he was stronger. Just then his only real strength was catching them unawares, and the surprise was wearing off. He would learn very quickly that the members of her team, her friends were innovative and adaptive. She watched as they moved into engage and tried to find the way to best aid them without interfering with their plans. 

Her all black orbs narrowed in their focus and her grin grew as she recalled some nature program she’d seen somewhere about the way wolf packs worked together. Some harrying the front while others moved to the sides to attack and hamstring.

With a burst of speed that was coming more and more naturally she surged forward, making herself into an undead bullet. She aimed for his hind left leg, hoping to hit from the side, snapping bone, tearing muscle and ligament and leaving the wolf-god-monster hobbled so that her pack could pick him off with whatever they had planned.