He kept his focus on the werewolf, taking two steps to the side to flank the beast and hoping that he had enough of the creature's focus to give Micheal the chance to regain his footing.  Both hands gripped tightly around the hilt of the apparently holy weapon as he began to spin, throwing his entire body into another horizontal slash.  One strike was enough, but few expected a person to completely duplicate the type of attack they'd just made.  Besides, he didn't like the kind of gestures that this thing was making, probably some kind of ritual, and would much prefer if it didn't have any hands with which to do them.<br/><br/>However, its strange and erratic gestures didn't much hold up to the method of attempting a full-turn swing, and his blade passed right between the hands.