Overture Downs Let's raise some hell, shall we?

Z is out!

It would not take much before Zugzwang was outmatched, and this dark beast knew it just as well as he did. They came at him in bursts, distracting him for longer and longer periods and then distancing themselves each time the cat's mighty claws swung in retaliation. Zugzwang felt his hits sweep the air more often than touch down upon any body; he snarled and hissed and gave a great show of his frustration, but it was the wolf who would come out on top. He was adamant that he linger and pulverize the mother — tear in to that child — do something of merit so that this whole escapade was not a waste, and yet... The more he was harrowed by the spectre, the less focused Zugzwang became, until he knew he had to distance himself and be done with it. He did not wish to lose his life in this game, and so he turned his full focus upon Stigmata for a few lunges (or rather, appeared to,) and allowed himself to be spurned and herded away by the wolf's gnashing jaws. 

The beast took on a quickened gait as he tore through the forest's fringe, and away he went — his path a twisting mess through the trees as he fled for safety. All he could hope was that one of those rotten beasts would not survive.