Amaterasu turned to look at Damien; the serpent was right. Either way, the monk would have dealt a load of damage, and die in the end. But the White Wolf simply couldn't allow him to die that way. Damien mentioned wanting to lift the curse, and she promised to help him.<br/><br/>Her attention was drawn toward the lizard, and suddenly she snapped her head in Orochi's direction. She was too late, and in seconds she was struck by one of the bladed wings. A sharp whine broke off from the wolf as she was flung away. Landing on all fours, she started to drip with red. Three large gashes opened up on her left flank. She winced from the sting, but persisted. "Vile serpent..." she snarled, shifting her weight to one side to avoid more blood to spill.<br/><br/>The Tundra beads returned to her, and shifted into a whip-like weapon. She cocked her head back, then lashed forward, sending the icy whip straight in Orochi's direction.