TheHangedMan said
(M)Alice looked down at the wolf from above, her killing intent leaking like water down a river. Her wings spread out like a glorious angel of death, and a bloody, pulsing, rusty rapier grew from within her arm. "You picked the wrong fairy tale, mister wolf," she said. "There's no Red Riding Hood here."
The wolf looked up a snarled. at the angel of death the wolf had no fear of death... oh no it would just be returning to its master and it would be rewarded for sending so many creatures to it. the wolf continued to circle around the clearing..