The hellish looking mutant lunged at him, and his mace appeared within his hands to block her snapping maw. The wolf/ human returned to a white pelted wolf, patiently waiting to see if it was needed or not. The mutant that had attacked him glared at him through pale gold eyes. Or at least they would have, if one hadn't shifted off to the side.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">She's blind...</span><br/>Taking decisive movements, he twisted his mace and struck the poor thing on the head. He hoped he hadn't killed it. That would have been most unfortunate...<br/><br/>* * * * *<br/><br/>The One that was Reed yelped when the iron club-like thing made contact with its head. Darkness covered it within a chillingly warm cloak... Making it feel almost weightless.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">So this is what it feels like to die...</span><br/>But, as fate would have it, she lived. And had a major headache to go with it.