Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150117145443/@comment-5583506-20150224233328

The female werewolf was just as annoyed as the Draugr priests. But unlike them, she didn't make use of petty magic to overcome her foes. The true strength came from within one self... with the intention of killing...

While she couldn't dodge the waves of fire coming at her, it wasn't enought sway her from her path. Bringing pain to a werewolf was like pouring oil over a bonfire. Even with her fur lit up in flames she continued to rush against them furiously in a blood rage, saliva dripping from her glimmering teeth and her eyes deadly sharpened upon the pair. She would kill them... even if it meant killing herself... That was the only thought that crossed her savage mind for the time being.

She leapt through their cloaks, aiming for Zahkriisos. The lighting stung her already scorched skin and severely weakened her, but wasn't enough to kill her. So instead she decided to pay the priest in favour for the pain he had caused her, by locking her jaws in tight grip around his neck when she fell upon him.