When the dust and smoke cleared the wolf girl was still standing. It appears she had taken the blow, blocking it with her now blackened hand. She growled softly before, instantaneously, she began to heal. She gritted her teeth. "Don't play games, weakling." she snarled, tilting her head back and opening her mouth wide. Her throat pulsed before she began to regurgitate something. An ebony hilt left her maw first, followed by a silver blade shrouded in a misty blue glow. She withdrew it completely before holding it at the ready.