Frank
"So i guess Tavish was mistaken... Damn, looks like i'll have to hold the werewolf off until they finish... Let's hope i don't die here..." 
*The elf chuckles nervously to himself, attempting to downplay the danger he was throwing himself into. Though Horace would still be horribly afraid of the consequences. It would be better for him to just back off and wait for backup. But... They'd end up failing the quest if the were wolf killed that girl... She'd die for nothing, because someone hired to protect her was too cowardice... 'Damnit!' thought the elf, knowing this would be the only way... But, he could still play this smart and turn it around! ...Or, at least survive until the other two arrived... A small chill would be sent down Horace's spine at the thought of this... But he didn't have much of a choice anymore. Continuing to run towards the South, Horace looks towards his wolf. ``Reaching out, he sends a red sphere of mana out to it.``*
```Fleet foot (15 mana cost, 2.5 mana regen. 70 mana remaining```
Michael
*Alfa absorbs the mana, its veins glowing red and its feet seeming to speed up. It races towards the werewolf to give its master some time to prepare an attack. It attempts a running tackle into the ww, biting its forearm with all its strength. It'd also attempt to brace itself, expecting to be flung off immediately.*
Frank
*Horace would lag behind a bit after, reaching behind him and pulling out a crossbow. He watches as the huge red glare in his vision races towards a smaller red blur. Though it's soon confronted by a wolf shaped heat signature, and is stopped. Horace smiles at this, getting ready to fire once in sight. He gets closer, soon arriving with crossbow at the ready. Assuming he has a shot and the werewolf is still, he fires, aimed at leg.* "Over here you furry bastard, im your target, not her!" 
```Horace empowers his wolf as a distraction, shooting the presumably stilled ww as soon as he's in sight, aimed at his legs.```