To their defence, the company knew how to dela with chaos. Oh they thrived in it. Some of them, like Henry, would never admit it. Others like Jay-Jay seemed to personify it. As the god wold had a descended upon them in fury, wanting them to cover and die. Atticus lay hurt, crumpled and uncharasticicly wounded looking. And Henry saw the fury of Siya dash into fray, a unatural blur of motion that no mortal could ever hope to achieve. He heard thad question him on the spear, but the warlock was smart enough to figure out a way to bypass alot of it when he used fur and what Henry assumed was the sheer magic of his own talent to somehow conjure a spear. The god-wolf had clearly been wanting to crush them in his jaws byt he found not a easy fight but a furius bombardment in response. There was fire, there was anger and ther was hells own fury. There was so many emotions and Henry felt his faustian violin soak it in, the damn thing was laughing in delight. Well, it would be a darn shame to let it all go to waste now wouldn't it? Henry lifted it to his neck and shoulder and played the first tone.

A sensation he had not felt in over a year swept over him. His glamor lost, his white haired flowed with invisible winds as he seemed to grow in size and muscle again. He had no close surface source of water here, but this was still far more north then he had been in ages and he drew upon the rivers that ran underneath the earth. His eyes, icy cold and filled with unatural calm seemed to flare into bright beacons of power as the violin in his hand bite down onto his wrist. Red teeth of twisted wood sank into his skin like some twisted mockery of vampirsism and he felt the blood flow. It was sucked into the creature that masqueraded as violinist wet dream and when the siren touched its neck with what might aswell be a blade, the music sang out loud.

It wasn't his usual pleasant tones, the sound was a furies wrath, the valkeries scream, a harpys song and the rivers own fury. Fire and brimstone met a child of natures gifts and the unholy alliance of powers wrapped and mated in a cacophony of pure rage. Black and red snakes were shaped out of blood and the airs very humidity and the infernal, unholy serpants crashed against the fenrir, Gripping at it s jaws and prying them open for that spear to propely flow down the beasts gullet. And more and more were materializing from all around the Siren, who drew more life from the ground underneath his feet, funneling it into his unholy symbiote of a instrument. The tones changed and the snakes vibrated and exploded into shard of ice that dug in best they could in the god-wolfs skin and eyes. Ever shifting, the Siren refused to let up. More power, more anger, more sorrow, more vile hatred. Every ounce he had, everything this wolf stood for, everything it meant to the Ice bitchs plans, all of it thrown back at the Fenrir with interest.

”GABRIEL” He called out to the angel as the rest of the brilliant godkilling squad were unleashing hell on the wolf. ”Ride the wave!” Henry hoped gabriel would understand once Henry did his thing. let himself get carried up by the unatural winds and raging powers that this holy circle could lend him as he allowed himself a moment of absolute serenity. He closed his eyes and called forth every single debt he had ever been owed. His mind reached to the realms of fae, touched every river he ever helped free from pollution and vile spirits. He called in everything he had ever had, waiting for thad to throw the spear. And it was a mighty toss from Thad, Henry would have to commend the man on it should they survive. The snakes unlodged themselves from the wolf and entvined around the spear, like a rocket boosting its spead tenfold and warping the air around it to create a wave of magic nature. Every single emotion the infernal tool had soaked up, interwoven to a macabre tapestry of energy and ancient magic...