Elize

Niall had tackled the creature and weighed it down so that it merely thrashed about and Elize's shoulder was already beginning to heal as the others all piled onto this creature. This was obviously not going to be as fun of a trip as they had all thought it was going to be. The warlock seemed to have had some sort of attack and the Chinese female had latched onto the creature's throat as Hadrian made a shot and struck the beast's great chest. Elize was not one to leave anyone to chance so she headed for the creature's massive head. It was still flailing about but now it was desperate, flailing with all it's weight and strength putting the Hui-fang in the path of its front talons.

Once she maneuvered herself into the proper position she pounced and used the weight of her tall body to weigh down the creature's front legs and latched onto the beast's throat just below where Hui-fang had ahold of it. She pressed with all of the strength in her mighty jaws and between her and Hui-fang's jaws an audible pop resounded and the creature slowly lost it's fight as it asphyxiated, and finally went still.

Niall

Niall's shaggy black body released a huffing breath of relief as the animal finally went still. He was exceptionally grateful all of the other Lycans had pitched in and not simply stood there. Nizhoni the female shape-shifter didn't seem like she would be a whole terrible lot of help, he hoped that he would be proven wrong. He positioned his paws properly and stood back up, his front paws still on the creature in case it came back to life. He was sure that it wouldn't after having it's windpipe broker by the two females but anything seemed possible here.

He pushed his wolf back and his body quivered and then began the somewhat painful process of reposition and resizing bones to return them to their correct places for his human shape. Even in this form Niall stood out like a sore thumb among most true humans. They paled in his shadow, shying away from him as he stood just over six foot seven and his body was wrapped and thick bands of steely muscles. His face as a bit scruffy, just as it had been when they had left and now his short dark hair was laying in all directions.

He rubbed his hand across his chin, "Well that was interesting. I wonder how many other things that will try and kill us?" He posed with a bit of a chuckle. No one seemed seriously injured, Fer would be alright in a few weeks as long as his wound didn't get infected. Even then they had sent some of the more high tech medicines that had been created in the last few years on Erellon.

People there tended to stay away from using medicine other than the healing potions and magick of witches. Technologically advanced medicines were used only in severe conditions when they were absolutely needed so as to prevent immunity to them. Most of the time only a small dose of true medicine was required to clear up even the most serious illnesses.