"Why? Because of this," Gregor said impatiently, gesturing at the mess. "Who's to say that you can control all of your powers? What if this Blue God of yours, even though I seriously doubt his existence, uses your devotion as a... a... conduit to commit atrocities against humans? Gods are said to be unknowable. Even the Templars don't dare to dabble in magic, as far as I know. Either way, I don't want to have this conversation with you now," he snapped. "Yes, we're going after it. Lycanthropy is difficult to diagnose and prove when the creature is in its human form. I want to find it before it changes back. And yes... I have killed them before." Gregor unsheathed his sword and held it firmly in one hand. The mist coiled around its edge, shivering with the faint glow and the power that radiated from the blade.