The warrior stood his ground against the oncoming enemies. They wouldn't get him this time. He snarled, activating his abilities. He focused, and unsheathed his gleaming silver blade. He rushed forth, cutting the heads off one, two, three enemies, stabbing the next, and he grabbed the fifth by the neck, throwing him into another with amazing strength. He roared at the scent of the blood. His light skin was spattered with it, his enemies dripping it as they died. He let out a terrifying roar, his opponents scattering before him. He strode forth, a full-blood werewolf. He grew and shifted, the gray fur growing, teeth growing sharper. He felt pain as his nose elongated slightly. He was the beast that they feared, their very nightmare come out into their life. They would die for attacking him, attacking the towns nearby. He grabbed one enemy, throwing him. He grabbed the next, and cut her head off for her. He roared again as they fled. He walked in the other direction, and did not see the wizards chanting their spell. He snarled as he realized they, behind him, were trying to teleport him! He ran at them, but they shot light at him. The Six Wizards focused, and he felt everything go dark.