As Blank pushed his way into the clearing, he immediately noticed that the number of enemies they faced had multiplied. He also saw that the chance he had been waiting for had finally presented himself, and he wasn't about to waste a stroke of good luck.

"Now!" He shouted aimlessly, and not a second later a furry white shape launched itself out of a patch of brush, landing on the back of one of the birds and sinking it's teeth into the joint where the wing merged with its back. The Ice Wolf's magic lent it's bite the chill of winter, and the beast hung on with its jaw, refusing to let go.

Meanwhile, Blank was moving in for his own attack, depending on the bite to cripple the wing and keep the beast grounded so he could finish it off.