Things were happening too quickly. Connor's revelation was aided by the fact the mysterious wolf was now bolting away from him. "Wait!" He called after her. She was leaving and that couldn't be good for him or the girl. If only he knew how to befriend talking wolves; theoretically they would come in great handy in a battle against any type of foe. He turned his attention back to the scene before him, glancing wildly at the shadows that were playing across the stone walls. Was the mysterious one still there? The bloodless girl was still intent upon advancing upon him, her dropping eyes and gurgling noises adding to the image of horror.<span style="font-style: italic">This is like one of those plays my father takes me to. The ones devised to keep me up so he can torture me more effectively the next day.</span>"I don't like this at all..." He spoke aloud.<br/><br/>Not a moment too soon, hell broke loose. The girl dropped to all fours and then shot up arching her back in a twisted, contorted fashion. She let out a ghostly wail that made the hairs on the back of Connor's neck stand up in anticipation and fear. Immediately following this display, the woman's head hung forward, and she charged. Connor, barely 15 feet away, was hard pressed to avoid the figure's assault. Fortune was with him, for he was able to narrowly dodge the head-but aimed at the center of his chest. He thought he caught a motion in his eye from the strange wolf down the enclosed pathway but he couldn't be sure. He only just had time to register the woman raving for another attack, but no time to react. Connor was frozen in place, unable to move or feel.<span style="font-style: italic">I'm dead.</span>His head told him. "H-help." He uttered to whoever would listen.