*Sarrai'a lands firmly on her feet and snarls back bearing her fangs*

Cliver had started moving forward as soon as Sarrai'a had, running alongside her until she suddenly transformed and launched herself at the beast. That slowed him down a bit, but then the beast charged forward in an attempt to knock the woman off and he redoubled his efforts. Dropping to his knees while it was still occupied with a facefull of lycan and sliding along the cave floor, he swung out to the side with his ax looking to catch it in the leg as it passed.

After being struck in the leg, the wolf was suddenly forced to change directions sharply, incidentally ramming Caelus into a large tree with it's side hard. The poor guy didn't stand a chance against the force and passed out on contact. The wassive wolf then snarled as it shoot the blood from it's leg and turned to charge at Cliver.

Drek dropped his axe and pressed his hands together. Dark magic rippled out from him and the air became heavy with the pressure of magic. As drek pulled back his hands a spark crackled between them and a ball of purple flame began to grow. The energy rippling through dreck continued to grow more and more volatile, leaking out of him in explosive bursts. With a loud cry, Drek pushed his arms forward and a wave of hell fire leapt from his palms, singeing a few of his companions as it passed.

Suddenly noticing the massive ball of hell fire that was now spiraling towards it, the mighty beast was forced to leap over the two it was targeting, kicking them in the head with it's back paw. It's evasion was only semi successful, however; the mighty fireball ending of hitting the wolf in the tail, blowing some chunks of flesh off of what it made contact with. Some of the creature's fur began to catch flame and the creature let out a yelp in response.

The beast's eyes glowed brighter as frost began to run it's way up the monster's fur, both putting out the fire and strengthening it's defense. Some of the frost spread to the ground as the wolf looked to Drek with bloody murder in it's eyes.

Drek stared back at the mighty creature with a smirk, energy pulsing behind his eyes. He held out his finger and pointed it from the wolf to himself.

"Bring it."

From beneath the frosty ground, age-old roots sprung up, and wrapped themselves mercilessly around the beast's feet, ankles, and legs. Clover, her hands planted firmly on the ground, glared at the wolf creature, her eyes full of malice.

With another howl, the frost spread into ice crystals extending off it's fur and the frosted over ground, they froze the roots until they were brittle enough for the monster to break free. The wolf's eyes never wandered from Drekven to Clover, it had it's target on lock.

The beast suddenly charged towards the scrawny warlock boy, with large hunks of ice forming with every step it took. It knocked past clover on order to latch on to Drek. Before it could bite down hard enough to cause the boy any serious damage, a glass bottle of mysterious liquid was then smashed over the beast's head, causing it to call out in pain before all the fur instantaneously fell off it's face.

"Oh...so that's what that one did." Lilith nervously spat out with a chuckle before darting off into the open arena, diverting it's attention from Drek to her so it would follow her out into the clearing.

Clover rolled as she fell, not managing to catch herself, but avoiding being injured while falling. She looked up, and watched as the monster chased Lilith into the clearing.

*Eldras sees all his friends fighting a figures "well they can't have all the fun." He thinks to himself as he bumps his fists together and begins to rapidly grow in both height and muscle mass until he is standing around 8ft tall and incredibly muscular. He shifts into a running stance and readies his fist as a light yellow glow forms around it. He charges the wolf and attempts to pound the wolf's head into the ground*

Now that the wolf's head is free from fur and any sort of protection, the beat is unceremoniously get's it's chin smashed into the brittle, frozen earth, spitting up blood after making contact. In response, long, sharp spikes of ice shoot out of the fur on it's neck and body, piercing the halfling who had grown to double his height and muscle mass, right in the arm.

*eldras hops back in pain and constantly debates in his head "LEAVE THE SPIKE IN? OR PULL IT OUT?!, LEAVE THE SPIKE IT? OR PULL IT OUT?!" He decides to rip the spike out and attempts to slow the bleeding in anyway possible as he glances towards his pack*

Sky makes her way cautiously over to the unconscious man. She hovers her hands above his chest, feeling for life. His life force is still strong, so she just uses a bit of soothing magic on him so he wouldn't wake up sore. She knew that there wasn't much else she needed to do for him, so she waits to see if anyone needs any help. Turning back towards the fight she sees a giant impaled. Looks like they'd need her after all.

“STAY AWAY FROM MY PACK!” *Sarrai’a snarled as she dove at the wolf claws flaming in attempting to embed her claws in the wolf’s face and use the momentum of her dive to drag it onto its side yanking downwards as she dove*

Sarrai'a's fangs get lodged deep into the wolf's skin, but her weight wasn't quite enough to get the full effect she wanted. Instead, the wolf sort of fell on it's side, on top of her, crushing her under it's weight and rough fur. It attempted to get up, but the fangs were too deep for it to be an instant process of ripping her off him. The wolf, it seemed, was momentarily trapped in a single spot.

Cliver, who'd stood back up and swung around to face the beast while grinning like a maniac, was suddenly vaulted over and kicked face first into the ground with the full impact thankfully being blunted by his horns. This attack probably saved his life as a ball of fire soured over his prone form and struck the wolf. He rolled over on his back to see the beast get entangled by Clovers attack, then had to roll again as it broke it's bonds and charged out into the open. He quickly got up to follow. As he ran out Lilith diverted its attention onto her. As he caught up, Eldras Became Large and caught an icicle. He sprinted past a bonfire, reaching out a gloved hand and grabbed the non-burning end of a log off the top, carrying it with him.

He passed the prone Clover as Sarrai'a made her second attack, and called out as he passed. "Clover, the next time we make a wound send your roots inside it!"

As the beast fell over onto Sarrai'a he let the ax in his other hand slip down until he was holding it at the very end. Then he brought it and the log up. He aimed the ax for its neck and the flaming end of the log arced down toward its eye.

The axe split though the wolf's fur, and cut cleanly into it's neck, causing the creature to bleed profsusely and let out a miserable howl that shook the entire forest. However, the beast managed to whip it's head around fast enough that the burning log was pressed into the side of it's head rather than it's eye, just barely avoiding being blinded. The surprise of the assault spooked the wolf enough to rip free of the now unconscious Sarrai's's claws and it backed up a great deal, before snarling and breathing an ice particles that turned into spears directly at Cliver.

Cliver waited to see what the creature would do, then it breathed ice at him. With no time to dodge he drooped the ax, ducked his head, crouched and brought up the log in both hands, trying to fit as many vitals as possible behind it. For his trouble he felt three shuttering thunks as they impacted the log and a gold, burning pain as they embedded in his right shoulder, his upper right arm, and his left thigh.

Dreks blood dripped out of his wounds. The pressure that once hung in the air was dissapaiting wildly as the magic energy Drek had built up drained from his body. Realizing his power was fading Drek picked up his axe and mustered up all his strength. Purple energy sputtered wildly about his blade as he ran all of his remaining built up magic through it. He lunged recklessly at the wolf and took a wild swing.

Too preoccupied with trying to hit Cliver with his icicles, The wolf didn't notice it's previous chew toy, Drek, come charging up with an eldrich axe in hand. By the time the wolf had noticed, it was too late, and the axe was already entering the previous wound the beast had on it's neck, and the magic energy pulsed through him, basically roasting him alive as the axe itself made contact with his spinal cord. The light in the wolf's eyes went out, and it fell over in a heavy thump, it's head hanging off to one side in an absolutely horrific scene.