The wolfman burst from the remaining rubble, with an empty, animalistic rage in his eyes. This was not Fenrir, Phil's team mate and ally. This was the wolf.
"Uhhh, Fenrir? Are you in there?" Phil asked hesitantly. The wolf gave a growl.
"He's not in there. You know it. Why ask?"
The wolf began to snarl and bark. He crouched down on his haunches, ready to pounce.
You're still here? I thought I told you to leave?
"Incolent boy. I cannot leave. Do you think I wish to be in your juvinile mind? As long as you wear my Helm, I will be here."
The wolf leaped at Phil. His attacks were savage and unrelenting, sending Phil reeling from the power and fury.
"Fenrir! It's me! Fate! Phil!" the young sorcerer yelled, barely managed to get a shield between himself and the wolf.
"I know you can hear me, so that must mean you are a cretin. I tell you again and again. Your friend is no more. He is no longer in control. Simply kill this beast and be done with it. I'll even do you the favor of doing it myself."
The wolf had pressed Phil into another room, away from the rest of the group. Phil was starting to counterattack, pushing the wolf back with small magic blasts.
No! I'm sure I could bring him out of it. Maybe I could use my magic...
"Must I remind you it's my magic? Insolent mortal. And you could revert him back to normal, even human form, if you actually knew how to use the vast power at your disposal. If Nabu had a face, it would be painted with a sly smile. However, you do know someone who knows everything about magic..."
You want me to give you control, don't you... The wolf was starting to break Phil's nerve. The spell that staved off the pain from his mangled arm was starting to fray under the pressure, letting the pain seep back into his body. His shields were beginning to crack and splinter; they wouldn't last much longer.
"Better do it quick, boy. You're spent. Your one 'friend' is about to eat you. Your other friends didn't even notice you, they were so busy with their own fight. You know this is what must be done. Give me control, boy!"
Phil wavered for a moment too long. The wolf finally broke his shield, sending motes of light flying. Big, powerful jaws clamped down on Phil's already wounded arm, rending and tearing flesh. "Take control! Take control!" Phil screamed in pain.
"Only once you have learned your lesson. You are insignificant compared to my cosmic power. I am immortal, while you are a fly, living for only a day. When I say give me control, boy, you give me control!" Nabu's voice was hard as steel, cutting into Phil.
"Do whatever you want, just take control!" Phil screamed once more as he heard his own bone crack and break between the wolf's razor vice. Then, he felt nothing. Phil fell through what he now recognized as Nabu's memories, stretching all the way back to ancient Egypt. He had to fight to remember himself, to keep his own memories, lest they be washed away by the torrent of Nabu. Slowly, he clawed his way back to his own mind. Briefly, he saw a young man where the wolf had once been.
"Fen...rir?" Phil said faintly, before passing out next to the ex-wolfman.