The second he had his sword at the ready, Elizabeth's hand was already plunged deep into his chest. Or rather it had fazed through him, grabbing hold of something much deeper than just flesh and blood. With one jerk she ripped out the entirity of the wolf's essence, the thing that kept him whole, the spiritual bond that allowed one to exist, tearing it completely free and now grasping it in her hand. She stared at it for a moment and, in one fluid motion, swallowed it whole.