Neverwinter Forest heavydirtysoul

This woman was deceitful, as his shoulder lunge not only was denied of breaking her teeth, but she flew far enough to his rear that he only just barely missed her lithe form. He was agile yet, but she lightweight made her more flexible than he, and only because of that earlier shove was his leg not shredded. A tear however was felt, the sting of a clean slice from sharp bone to flesh on his flank was a notification to him that he had to keep eye on his own six.

Perhaps he should have had his heir with him, after all. He didn't need him, but it would be useful to have his assassin take down this girl, as his strength was in his ability to be a tank, take as much damage while powerhousing it back. Agility was lost to him as his build was refined into that of a noble Mackenzie, buff, huge, and made for dealing savage amounts of power.

Volcanic gems of hellfire lit, boring into the frosty frame of the hellion before him. A thunder was summoned from within the deep caverns of his chest, rolls of tempered and searing words laced with dangerous promise. "Submit, or the Hells of unchained wrath will befall you."

If she refused, he would call upon the closet wolf he knew was closest to the vicinity, Cry, his first trainee. The wolf with a coat as dark as his own, and more youth to his bones, limber in form, and even more cunning than he when it came to battle. He knew well enough that Leila would be beside her newfound brother, and seeing him battle alongside the Shadow Sire, would only spurn the Nordic girl forth to join. Would this woman risk 3 wolves against herself, all of for a measly rabbit?