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Falvius grinned. His spectral arm materialized once again, and everyone around him was suddenly flung backwards again.

"Did I not make myself clear?!" Falvius shrieked, rising back into the air. "Did I not? You fools know nothing about our existence! Our way of life! I will show you, when I peel the skin off your bones, and feast upon your blood! You will ALL bow before-"

Falvius was cut off by a sword flying through the sky, ramming itself through his body and sending him careening back towards the ground. He landed with an unceremonious thud, the sword sticking halfway out of his chest. If he wasn't dead yet, he would be very soon.

Teloth stood at the far back, glaring down at his former master as his sword ended the Werewolves' life.

It was quite silent in that arena.