Shine Like The Moon

Ethan was alert and ready as what seemed to be about 20 wolflike creatures lunged at them from every direction as if out of nowhere at all. He raised his leg and spun around to kick one of them but stopped as he saw black lightning in the corner of his line of sight. He brought his foot back to the ground and lept backwards as the lightning struck not only hit the one in front of him but also the rest of them. His gaze fell upon the Lycan again as he lept forward and landed a punh in what he assumed to be the creature's ribs. As the hit connected it backed of rubbing it's chest in dismay. With that he realised some of the others had registered their comrades call for help and tried to locate him despite their appearent blindness.

5 had now grouped in front of him and glared at him as they growled and barked at him. To think that these were actually people. He could think of more ways to actually kill them than knock them out. That train of thought was put out of comission as one suddenlt tackled him from behind and tried to sink his teeth into Ethan's neck. "Like i'd let you....!!" With that comment he grabbed the creature head and took use of it's gathered speed to hurl it over him and throw it across the small space between him and the larger group of beast. It hit several of them and sent them to their knees and they were now struggling to regain balance. Ethan had of course no intention on letting them off that easy.

He didn't get the chance though as a mass of steel shards flew against him. He managed to get out of the way by rolling to the side but the wolves were already on their knees so they couldn't exactly get out of the way. It shredded the outer layer of their skins and some fat could be seen running down their fur. It would seem he's going for shallow wounds so Ethan guessed he would need to hold back too. In all honesty his magic was made for destroying and killing so he had to question how possible it was for him to have them unhurt. He took it into consideration as he suddenly heard Viola shout.  "their weak spot is their nose! Hit it with as much strength as you have! This is the only chance we have to beating them!" Ethan was a bit curious over what Viola said and tried it out as he landed a hit straight on one's nose which sent the poor bastard whining and cowering. With this revelation he finally knew how to fight them and figured that the people should be happy if their friends made it out of this alive. With that train of thought at its end he took on a next to murderous expression which left some of the wolves unsure as if they should get close to him or not. "I should might as well get to work...." He then rushed forward and kicked one of the wolves sending it tumbling into it's friends and inhaled with great force as a vacuum formed in front of him. "Venom God's Bellow" He then exhaled and let out a large stream of black and red smoke which forced it's way forward and quickly covered his targets. He already knew how that thing usually affected humans so he could only imagine what these beasts with enchanced senses was experiencing right now.

He took a moment to admire his own work as the beasts rolled around in the dirt seemingly hurting a lot. He kept cursing their situation as he realised just how many they were and tried to think of evening the odds somewhat. Then he thought of something. He pulled out one of his guns, pulled of the safety and fired a bullet straight up. The sharp noise seemed to catch them of guard and Ethan took the chance to give one of them a well served hook on the jaw. Ethan tried to stay aware of how the others were doing as the fight continued and smirked as he glared at the large pack. He was enjoying himself to some extent but the constant lunging was starting to piss him off.

So far, Hana had been doing well on her own, fending off the human turned beasts one by one, restraining herself from killing them. That was, until she was tackled to the ground by one, with a bleeding snout. It was more or less a wrestle between the two, but the creature stood no chance against Hana's Fists of Asarael. It was mercilessly thrown a few feet away from her, whimpering in pain.

Hana was about to deal with another angry behemoth that was charging straight at her when Indar suddenly walked in between them, stopping both Hana and the wolf in their tracks. Hana's fist was mere inches away from Indar, and had she not seen him and stopped in time, he would be having a dented bucket helmet, or possibly even a broken one. As soon as he passed by then, he was attacked by a wolf, but the girl paid no attention to him,  and the fight between Hana and the previously mentioned wolf proceeded. Sending another 3 wolves flying a few feet away, the spell's effect soon wore off, and the purple marks coiling around her arms receded, her Ama returning to their normal state.

"It hurts... Hurts so much..."

Hana's eyes darted about, attempting to locate the owner that faint voice. Strange. The language was so unfamiliar to her, and even though she couldn't really interpret the words, she could hear them. Could anyone else hear them too? Or was she just hearing things? Shaking her head, she dismissed the voice from earlier on as non-existent, focusing on the battle instead as she ducked a werewolf that had lunged towards her, gripping it by the tail and pulling on it as hard as she could as she flung it away.

As Indar had ended the attack, he had a small window to take a look around. Everyone was seemingly able to fend off the wolves, but considering that not a single one had gone down yet and even the ones who had gotten damaged previously were hopping back into the fight, didn't give him confidence. This was going to be tough, maybe even too tough, taking into count the amount of the damn things. Twenty one wolves is just too much for anyone to handle at the same time. Even if there was five of them together, this would take longer than planned. Funnily enough, the wolves seemed to outrank them as well, which was kinda scary. What were these wolves like as humans, some really powerful warriors or mages or this village should be renamed to Bad-ass village.  

Indar suddenly heard a growl behind him, the wolves he had just a second ago hit with his bellow, were back up and three of them were targeting him, with the rest gone elsewhere. He lacked the time to get away and was tackled down by one of the damn things, with the other two circling in as well. Indar was pinned down, not much he could really do now, but well maybe. Thee bucket was still near his head, not stuck on it thankfully. There was maybe something he could do, but this would require for him to use some of his magic.

With some literal mind power, Indar managed to make the bucket come towards him and just in time. The wolf was about the bite his face off, but the majestic bucket flew in and smacked the wolf over the head, not dealing any damage, but just preventing him from killing Indar. This gave Indar another second to work with, he pulled his right arm out from underneath the wolf's paw and yelled: ''Metallic God's Sword.'' His hand turning into a sword, made of the blackened metal called God Metal.

Indar smashed the sword into the wolf's side, not causing any dangerous injuries, as it would mostly cut into the skin only. The beast yelped out in pain for a second until jumping off of Indar and back to near his two allies. Now Indar was faced with three of them and only the sword out for now.


Wolves left: 21/21

(OOC: Just saying, these wolves all together need 215 B-rank hits, so yeah.)

Another Lycan lunged at Ethan from the left and he barely managed to evade it with well timed step to the side. He raised his leg to kick one of them in the chest but he was blocked by a set of claws which captured his leg in midair. The beast took a firm grip and threw Ethan into the air. He tumbled as he landed on the cold ground and soon felt as something shredded through his coat. He quickly got back on his feet and slowly realised the severity of the situation. This many beasts against the 5 of them, not exactly the most lovable odds considering their current level of skill. As for his part it was plain embarassing being supressed by simple village folk, werewolves or not.

And as the beast kept barking, howling and growling around them in such an demeaning mannner. Acting like they were nothing but prey. Ethan didn't like being taken lightly and he was sure as hell not going to tolerate it. He had to turn the tables somehow and that's when it hit him. He had a sort of "inheritance" he could try out. He had known of this ability since earlier but hadn't really gotten chance to try it out. Realising that he shouldn't stay idle for too long he prepared himself to release it.

The beasts still lurked around and lunged at his comrades whenever they could. As they did so Ethan took a deep breath as the air around them all went cold. The air pressure got heavier and the lycans with their enchanced senses stopped in their tracks as they noticed the sudden change. The clouds had started to swirl above them and the first drop fell upon of the werewolves shoulder. The "drop" being a large shard of darkened ice which dug deep into his shoulder. As the first fell, many followed and hit not only the monsters but also their surrounding, counting the village. Ethan simply looked upon the beasts as they desperatly tried to avoid the ice to no avail. With this he felt he had regained control of the situation. "Well that went better than expected"

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Knight of Black Ice (Lineage) : 7 posts left

One by one, Hana knocked down each wolf that came up to her snarling and threatening to tear her apart, only to have them rise up again. She growled softly in frustration, bothered by the fact that these wolves were very persistent, and somehow seemed like they were of a higher rank than all of them. Most of her teammates were having problems with the wolves, and it was then when Hana realized just how serious the situation was. There was a chance that she could die there.

Asarael, upon feeling the unease in his host's heart, sighed. "Don't be such a weakling." he hissed, but almost regretted it when she tensed up even more. That problably added on to her insecurities and lowered her confidence.

Temporarily ignoring Asarael, Hana swatted away another paw that came lunging for her, alluring red eyes surveying the area as she counted the number of villagers turned wolves.  She counted a total of twenty wolves, mostly bleeding from their bruised or broken snouts and faces due to the punches her teammates had thrown at them. Eyeing the wolves that were scattered all over the area, some of which had been hurt by Ethan's ice attack, she inhaled in as much air as she could. "Metal Demon's Roar." a combination of differently shaped metals of all sizes as well as wind blasting the all the wolves within 100ft, knocking them away by 1 ft.

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