He waited, unconcerned about the shifting pack, simply standing at his ease with his hands behind his back. As they howled, loud enough to almost be an attack, he didn't flinch, or even twitch, waiting, patient as only a true immortal could. As they moved forward, still he stood, unmoving, apparently unconcerned with the tide of fur, muscles, fangs and claws, even as they lunged. As the first was about to connect with him, he finally moved, leaping straight up with barely a hint of preparation, turning what had been a multitude of targets around him into a cone of slightly spread out targets below him. "Check!"<br/><br/>This attack was the same as the previous one in terms of lethality, using a simple force blast meant to knock targets about, but it was amped up to actually make them hurt a bit just from the attack, and it was more of a wall than a single ball.