The second lance of brilliant mystical power flashed through the night, once more illuminating its path far beyond the campfire's meager shine, and leaving after images in everyone's lines of sight for a brief moment.  Fortunately for them all, this bolt of power seemed to have more concrete effect.  The bitch leading the trio of twisted monstrosities spun with the impact, skittering for a brief moment across the ground, before coming to rest near the edge of the firelight, the smouldering crater in her side giving mute testimony to the brutal beating she took in so short a period of time.<br/><br/>Aaric fared just as well in that moment, his two weapons both slashing crimson lines in the hide of the beast who had dared to attack him.  It yelped once in agony, but not the second time, as its weakened hide all but burst from the slash of the shorter weapon, and its insides spilled across the ground near the flames.  It did not survive longer than another half step and a breath.<br/><br/>Had the last corrupted wolf any sense of normalcy, it would have fled then.  Two of its 'pack' had been destroyed in a matter of moments, leaving it alone, facing superior numbers, and in the presence of fire.  Any sane animal would have tucked tail and ran for the hills.  This, was obviously not sane, nor even arguably an animal anymore.<br/><br/>As Emerald's body swelled and strained itself to double her original size, the wolf's flesh rippled in something akin to a wave of wind brushing across a field of grain as it lunged once again, jaws snapping at Aaric, doing little more than grazing his calf, in a half remembered attempt at ham-stringing.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Two dead.  One attack on Aaric, successful, 2 damage<br/></div></div>