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Wes let his body skim onto the ground, rolling back to his feet, the blade trailing behind him, biting deep into the floor with a loud mettalic screech. Casually he lifted a hand to his shoulder and batted at it as if dusting himself off. He took note of the damage dealt to the pillar that had been cut clean through, already devising a way to use the newly altered terrain to his advantage. He changed up his footing and then with lightning speed charged at her head on, feinting to the right at the last possible second to keep her guessing. As swift as his lunge and feint were, he followed through with a slash aimed to her arms holding her peculiar weapon.

Wes gritted his teeth as he felt their blades connect, instantly letting his muscles relax allowing her blade to push his along with his body, positioning his thigh over her kick. He felt the impact, causing a slight pang of pain to ripple through his leg, but the force was more than enough to allow him momentum to spin, his blade following now positioned oppoeite of her own.

Wes saw the attack too late to dodge. As a last ditch effort, he brought the flat face of the blade up to try and position it between himself and the enormous wolf now lunging for him. Perhaps I will need to use more than my sword he thought to himself, feeling her razor sharp teeth cut lightly at his protected throat. Using the momentum from the attack he bounced away, quickly clambering back to his feet, a hand clasped over his light wound, a trickle of crimson escaping between his fingers. Then suddenly, he smiled and removed his hand from his neck revealing the wound, to be rather small for so much blood. He watched the blood run down his hand onto the crimson stained metal of his sword, and almost instantaneously it sizzle as if water being dropped on a hot pan, but where th blood touched, the blade glowed as if it were an ember in a roaring fire. He charged the large wolf, slashing several times, the blade tracing his fluid motions through the air as he aimed for her legs to try and halt her movement.

Wes let out a gutteral growl as he felt a sharp pain in his leg. Looking down he spotted Prufalas hand clasped around a needle like object protruding from his thigh. In anger he tore his leg away from her accidently ripping the needle out drawing more blood and leaving the muscle torn. He limped away from her for a moments reprive, tearing a piece of his clothing to tie on his thigh as a bandage. His eyes filled with a calm fury as he draped the still glowing blade upon his wound. Almost instantly, a loud his filled the air followed shortly by the smell of burnt flesh as the wound was seared shut. Wes gritted his teeth fighting the pain until the deed was finished, the burned tissue bleeding slightly as the wound sealed itself shut. As he stood there regaining his compsure, he actually smiled at her. "Few have stood this long against me, and fewer shall see what you are about to." he said. He gripped his blade, which had now faded back to its crimson stained steel and brought the point into his chest. Despite the shallowness of the wound, a superficial amount of blood leapt fourth spilling into a vastly spreading pool. Kneeling down in the blod wes began to speak, his eyes ever so slightly growing brighter. "Born of the hungry and raised by the savage, the wolf of war, the hound of hell, shall be bonded with blood and be forever more!" he shouted. As he grew quiet, the pool of blood began to ripple, slow at first then quickly gaining in speed, almost as if it were alive. "BONDED IN BLOOD AND FOREVER MORE!!!" the final shout filled the room as loud as a roar, the blood now swirled around him, bonding to his skin, distorting his flesh. His human form melting away in its grotesque grasp, until only a wolf with dark gray fur and bright crimson red eyes stood in its place. His lupine form was massive, towering over most other wolves, his wounds seemed like faded scars as the blood had sealed them. The large wolf threw back its head and let out an earsplitting howl, that seemed to shake the grounds to their very core. He then turned his gaze back to Prufalas, and let out a challenging growl.

Wes saw her movements as she lunged towards him. His muscles rippled as his body was propelled towards her with immense force. His large fangs exposed as he opened his maw, intent on countering her bite with one of his own. The distance quickly closed between them as the tension of the situation mounted. His mind was as sharp as his fangs, focused on what he would need to do for a victory.

Wes let out a yelp feeling her claws slice cleanly into the top of his muzzle. The pain causing him to pull off his attack. With a thrust of his hind legs he propelled himself away from Prufalas. His eyes went cross staring at his wound, already blood was flowing through the clean cut. He could taste his own blood as it dripped down into his mouth and rolled off of his chin. He let out a deep growl then renewed his attack. He lunged towards her clearing the distance with ease, keeping his body low to the ground ready for a quick dodge in case she decided to counter his offensive. As he neared his target, he let himself collapse to the ground, skidding a slight distance before bringing a large clawed paw up in a swiftly arcing swing mimicking an uppercut.

A loud ringing noise was all that wes could here. He saw her howling, but he could hear no sound. Suddenly, as if a wave of pain had struck him full force he crumpled to the ground. Again and again he tried to raise himself back to his feet, but the sound kept driving him back to the ground. Realizing that the more he fought the noise the more pain he would cause himself, he stopped fighting it and embraced the pain. Years of fighting had prepared him well, but this had been one of the most painful moments in his lifetime so far. Retaining his conciousness, he began plotting his way out of her attack.