[center][h1][color=007236]Fenros Digard[/color][/h1], [h1][color=bc8dbf] Emiliah Hazelbrush [/color][/h1],[h1][color=a36209] Clay Hale[/color][/h1],[h3][color=fff79a]~Senna~[/color][/h3][/center]

As Emiliah covered him he continued to speak in the different Dialect, though his eyes were not wholly trained on the Demon Lord Varoth, he continued to watch his surroundings, and as soon as the group made it to the girls, he took them in his arms and moved backward into the circle, the gap coming shut as soon as he did. He looked to them and  paused in his monologe with the Demon and said quickly, "You are safe now, just stay here in the middle."

 The girls nodded and he moved to the outside of the circle again, just as he exited two wolves jumped towards him from his left and right. Emiliah was busy with another wolf, so he slammed his sword on his right side into the ground and used it to block the werewolf from him, a loud thud could be heard as the werewolf slammed into the silver, and the automatic hissing of burning flesh commenced. But at the same time he reached out and caught the other werewolve by grabbing the top of the mussle, his hand sliding till his middle and forefinger slid right into the werewolves eyes, using the werewolf's momentum against it'self. The wolf would in pain as it's eyes were gouged out and suddenly stopped as his silver tipped gloves dugg into the brain behind it, flopping to the ground. 
 
 He then began to speak again, citing Revelations on when Christ will return. Though in the other language. 

On the far side of the clearing, Clay and Senna were mostly out of harms way of  the main pack, obviously the slower moving prey didn't quite catch their interest... for the moment. "I am serious Senna," growled Clay, his voice still coming out much hoarser than usually. "You will just fuck everything up if you go out there. You are hurt and.... and...fucking irrational. You'll just get in the way," 

Senna shot a glare to Clay.

[color=fff79a]“Aren’t I always?”[/color] She huffed. Ugh, her sides hurt but nothing she couldn’t walk off. [color=fff79a]“Besides, I’m not going to sit around and wait for them to kill everything.”[/color] Senna still had her hand on her axe, walking towards the fray and apparently not listening too much to Clays warning. Her blood was practically boiling at this point, screaming for her to do something other than sit around.

The sounds of battle, the sounds of the [i]hunt[/i] were calling her and she wasn’t going to ignore them.

There was an explosion  from Clay's right side and then a yelp and a thump from his left. Looking left first, he saw a wolf not seven feet away. He hadn't even...noticed.  So close to death or...worse.  But he couldn't think about that right now, nor who ever it was that had just saved Senna and himself.  He had to now save Senna from her self. With a last burst of energy that he didn't know that he had, he took off  after Senna, then lept using his shoulder to crash into the girl, trying to not feel [i]too[i]guilty about the injuries she had already gotten. 

"You are going to sit around here and wait. If you'd use you eye for one god forsaken second, you'd see that [i]they[/i] don't need us right now. She you are going to sit here, even if I have to sit on you," he grould, holding tight to her body, trying to shift his weight into an sitting position. 

Varoth during this time was still on the ground, groaning, but he was starting to be less and less effected by  Fenros and his chanting. Growling he stood up, his wounded leg, slowly but finally healed. His attentions were drawn from the two hunters he batted around and focused solely on Fenros, "Death come to you Son of the order of Melchizedek, I will not be bound again!" He rushed forward to the circle. Fenros also moved forward, not wanting the massive wolf to crush the protective ring. He pressed a button on the guard of his sword and a latch popped open, oil spilled out onto the blade and with a flip of his finger, a small flint ignited the oil, causing his sword to burst into flame. 

Swinging his sword in a wide arc, to stop Varoth's progression, he wasn't finished with his chanting yet, and while he engaged in the fight with the beast he continued to speak.

Senna had certainly not expected Clay to do something like that.  One moment she had been just about ready to jump into the fray herself, and then she was on her stomach, clay on top of her. Her axe fell from her grip, falling beside her as she fell.

[color=fff79a]“Goddamn it clay,”[/color] She growled followed grunt of pain. [color=fff79a]“Let me up this instant, or I swear to god I will have your head as a paperweight.”[/color] She struggled to get free, though it wasn’t going to do much good. While she did want to fight, she also didn’t wish to actually hurt clay in the process.

It was all very...distracting.  Yes, the wolves  were very demanding of Emiliah's attention, and she knew that she couldn't lose focus, Fenros was depending on her to keep the little wolves away while he dealt with the big one.  But all she wanted to do was watch and study what he was doing.  The language danced on her ears, both familiar and foreign, almost as though she could understand and speak it, but the words wouldn't stay still enough in her mind or on her tongue to allow her to try. 

But now wasn't the time to watch. More than one hunter now lay lifeless or, worse,  changing on the forest  floor because they were unready or inattentive to the chaos around them.  "Hopefully," she thought to herself, watching another hunter fall "The  new cursed have the sense to end themselves, so I don't have too,"  She noticed that the wolves were getting closer now, it seemed that the forest was empty now of wolves and they were all trying to get at Fenros to save their...leader? Master? Something. 

She risked a glance towards Fenros, who seemed to have shifted from chanting to chanting and fighting...And that was her mistake. One glance, one moment when she took her eyes off of  her enemy and one jolted past her. It didn't even pause to  consider attacking her, it had eye only for Fenros. "Fen--!" was all the warning she was able to give him, before she saw the wolf clamp down on his arm. 

Fenros stopped chanting to let out a cry of pain, The wolf had bitten his sword arm, and caused him to drop it, but with out missing a beat his cry of pain turned in a feral growl as he turned his attention and gripped the wolf's mussle and squeezed as he dug his silver tipped gauntles into it, a loud snap could be heard as he broke the wolf's upper nose, releasing the pressure on his arm as the wolf yiped in pain. He managed to then pull the wolf in the way just enough to take most of the blow from Varoth. Sending both him and the wolf flying and rolling over eachother like two ragdolls. Till they came to a rest with the wolf on top of Fenros. Varoth had no interest in the group as he slowly moved over to where Fenros lay. 

Emiliah felt like a lead had dropped into her stomach.....Fenros was...gone. Sure, his heart still beat, for now. But he was tainted, and would have to be put down.  When she lept towards him, even she wasn't exactly sure what it was that she was going to do when she got there. A part of her wanted to kill Fenros while he was weak and distracted.  It would be easier that way, she would have to think about it and she'd be able to tell Bobby that he died in glorious battle.  Another part of her knew that, without Fenros's [s]magic[s] godly words, they wouldn't stand a chance.  Leaping over Fenros and the dead wolf, she landed crouched with her spear facing Varoth. "I pray that your human side can outlive this battle," she growled through clenched teeth.   

Senna had enough.

She watched the battle transpire from where she was subdued, unable to act.

And it infuriated her.

She gripped the ground, tearing up little tufts of earth in the process as she tried to contain her fury. She didn’t want to hurt Clay, she didn’t but he was just getting in the way now. Fenros was down, likely bitten and would need to be killed. If Clay had just let her do what she was going to, she could have very well handled that, damn it!

So the hunter reached for her axe, just barely grabbing the hilt…and smashed Clay right in the face with the butt of it.

[color=fff79a]“Clay, Let me up right this instant, or I’m going to do a lot worse.”[/color]

Fenros growled and snapped the wolf's neck as he shoved it off. Slowly getting up to his knees while holding his injured arm to his side. He could feel the wolf's cursed venom coursing through him, causing him to sweat and burn trying to turn him, but his own blood fought back. He knew he would be fine, it wasn't the first time he was bitten by a werewolf. He shoved himself to his feet, "Ill be fine..." he said simply to Emiliah as he flexed his right hand, sending jolts of pain from his injured arm to the rest of his body, causing his adreniline to pump and lessen the pain just enough. 

Varoth had stopped and hesitated, the man should have transformed by now, even with his presence there. But he was standing, not writhing in pain. He looked to the woman who had stood between him and the large man, but paid her no mention, as it was the man who he needed to kill. "Why aren't you turned yet human? " He asked but Fenros ignored the question and began to speak again in the old tounge. which caused Varoth to flinch. Giving him just enough time for Fenros to finish his incantation. "FIRE AT THE ALPHA!" 

The ranged hunters in the circle turned their weapons and fired, arrows, bolts, and even a few bullets connected to the Alpha and caused him to howl in pain. Fenros then bolted from behind Emiliah with all his brute strength tackled the massive wolf to the ground. With Fenros so close he was able to land punches and gouges over the wolf, yet make it hard for Varoth to do anything back to him. "EMILIAH GET MY SWORD!" 

Clay felt an explosion of pain across his face as Senna's axe came crashing down, it nearly through him off of her, nearly.  He could tell that his nose was bleeding and that a gash had open up on his cheek. "Fuck'in Senna!" he growled, sliding so that he was now laying next to her, rather than on top of her. His hands grab instintivly at her arms, fighting to hold her down. "Don't you dare," He hissed, "We have to get out of here, now," 

There was a volly of arrows and bolts swishing through the air and into the werewolf, then a pause and Fenros went around her and right at the werewolf.  She heard him call out  to get his sword, the strange on that still burned, yet did not melt. She grab it in her hand, running, then walking towards Fenros.  The last thing that Emiliah wanted to do was arm a potential threat.  She took a deep breath, tossing the sword lightly to Fenros, all the while, positioning herself to take his life as soon as his swing fell on the Were.

Senna roughly broke her arm loose from Clay’s grip. She stood, taking note of the battle around them. Goddamn it. She missed everything thanks to clay, because he was too goddamn concerned about her. Either that, or he was just concerned about losing his meal ticket. She would like to think it’s the former, but knowing Clay it could easily be the latter.

She simply looked at the ground, shaking her head as she gripped the handle of her axe. She was restraining herself, if she didn’t she might very well just chop Clay’s head off, and If some unfortunate werewolf decided to mess with either of them, it’s likely they would be getting the axe.

While Fenros was wrestling the slowly weakening burning werewolf lord, he did manage to get a few good gashes from the werewolf, on his chest and his face. He did catch the sword [i]Barely[/] with his left hand and slammed the still burning blade downwards into the chest of Varoth. The Demon Lord howled in pain as the sword went through him and into the ground, pinning him to the forest floor.

 He aimed it so close to his own body the heat was unbareable for himself as well, but he held it as it was (For he was growing tired from the loss of blood) and recited his last words, "אנכי מצוך Varoth , אדון שד של אנשי זאב , לחזור עד עמקי לעזאזל עם השטן , נפל בנו של הבוקר . כדי לא לחזור untill היום של חשבון נפש הסופי שבו השטן הוא שוחרר מן שרשראות שלו אל העולם , עבור millienia . כדי להיות מובס סופית על ידי מיכאל . וכך זה יהיה בשם ישו." 
 
 He slowly got up, his face and arms burned as he stumbled backwards and onto his back. As he did, Varoth howled even more as the holy fire burned him from the inside, causing a massive black cloud of smoke to rise up from it and suddenly shoot back to the ground. Silencing the massive wolf once and for all. 
 
 All the remaining wolves, now fearful that their Lord was killed, darted into the darkness of the forest, and away from the hunters. A roar of chearing erupted from the remaining hunters, while Fenros started to grow light headed, But not enough to pass out as he simply pulled himself into a sitting position. 
 
 Alltia came over and started to lick his wounds asking him, "Not your best fight...you got sloppy." Fenros simply said back to her, "Shutup..." Before pushing her away.