Across the psychic link there was only a vanishing presence of the Geraint she'd come to know - and what was left was darkness.  The war form that Geraint assumed was barely physical - it was a shadow of a shadow, a blackness deep enough to be seen even in darkness.  The only thing that marked it out were white teeth, a scarlet tongue, burning eyes, and bloody claws as if they had never been cleaned.<br/><br/>And there was more - as it looked at the gunner covering them, there was a blast of roar that came not just from Geraint's chest but the mind of whatever thing he had become.  It was a cauldron of seething hatred and limitless fury.  And then the wolf-monster was past Vara and then the gunner was in two pieces, guts and blood spraying everywhere.  The railgunner above them could see Geraint but whatever psychic field surrounded the wolf-monster made aim next to impossible.  The railgun fired rapidly, but inaccurately, and the fast moving darkness would have been next to impossible to hit, anyway.  Then the wolf-monster leapt, grabbed the ledge of the level above them and flowed over.  There was a scream, and there must have been other people up there because next there was gunfire... and more screams.