For the time being it would have seemed as though Tostum were actually still hotly competing with Micky. He figured that he had to do whatever he could to catch up, and he was still running as fast as he possibly could have. He didn't want to stop at all. Micky was quickly closing the gap between himself and the mages as best as he could. Nevertheless, once he had gotten there it looked like the mages had things under control anyway.<br/><br/>Soon enough Tostum had caught up, and he found the same thing to be true. It had looked like the mages were able to keep the enemy back for the time being. Those who were higher up well, they were just using their own magic and someone had even brought a magical stone creature or two.<br/><br/>To say that all of this would have disappointed Tostum would have been the understatement of the century. He didn't want to be surplus to current needs to say the very least! That meant that he was going to have to carve out his own raison d'être even if it killed him! Then again, considering that this was a training mission and considering the fact that he was a werewolf he probably wasn't exactly going to get killed in combat. Well, at least not today at any rate. Well, at least he thought it was just more training anyway.<br/><br/>Several moments after Micky had issued forth a howl he released his own after throwing back his head, having been unable to resist doing so as soon as the other had given one. He wasn't going to resist even if he could then again. Tostum considered this just yet another opportunity to best the other. If anything was going to get him killed, then it was this constant competition!<br/><br/>While it probably didn't have the influence on their side that the first howl had, knowing that there were two werewolves fighting for their side was probably a pretty inspiring bit. He took off at the archers as well, figuring that there was little way that they could have targeted two separate individuals of the same supernatural persuasion.<br/><br/>That was when he saw the sight of actual blood, and far more importantly smelled the metallic odor wafting through his nostrils. Well, so much for his idea that this was somehow just more training. The smell and sight of blood was surely going to send him into his own massive bloodlust in turn.<br/><br/>Running toward the other side, he reached out and started to wave his claws wildly, scratching an archer or two in the process before he let loose a mighty roar and started to bound again, doing his best to trample on one and puncture light armor with his far more menacing fangs.<br/><br/>The fact that this action just caused there to be more of that sanguine substance in the air, which he smelled and grew further enraged. Tostum no longer cared about anything besides what he was doing right in front of himself. The scent of blood was far more important than anything else. The battle, his rivalry...none of it seemed to matter any more, and that would have made him that much more of a dangerous foe to these adversaries.