Wolf didn't move as the wood hit her, they did damage but her rage was all she felt. She roared and ducked down, pulling her blade free and slamming her hand into his chest. What happened next was not the normal Wolf would have done. Not the calm, collected Wolf. this Wolf...she was her namesake now. The energy wrapped around Balto, his own shadow wrapping around him and tightening, his scales breaking as it got tighter. Wolf didn't pause as she ran her blade thru him, using her on life energy to increase her strength to push the blade all the way thru. She knew it wouldn't finish him off for good, but it would make it easier for Ivor and Dara to. She pulled the fishman closer to her, her lips at his sort of ear as she muttered "There was one thing I forgot to say before...my name is Margaret Anne Wolfbane...the captain of the Shadowstrike...and I'm no hypocrite...I am not like other humans...I have a heart...you, on the other hand...don't have a heart or a soul...so my question is...what happens to you when your life leaves your body?"

She was shaking badly, her face almost green from wanting to be sick again. But she held it in as she looked over at Ivor. "What do you want to do with him, Captain? Shall I finish him?"