The first Shadow Hound vanished with an eerie howl and a plum of dark smoke when the rocky spikes made contact with it. 

The second Shadow Hound, however, had taken a minute gander at the demise of his mate [i]and[/i] the ensuing approach of the extensive series of chain links that aimed for his own ensnarement. He jinked to the side moments before the unforeseen strike made contact with his spectral form, violently pushing his body into his own leftmost direction with a powerful flex of the corresponding leg and arm. Although his trajectory had been abruptly altered of his own accord, the Shadow Hound's momentum still carried him handily, which caused the wolf to awkwardly stumble about during his attempt at a quick recovery, his body flailing widly in the sand and gravel. An opaque cloud of dust and sand was produced from the ordeal, which worked in tandem with the faint wind to hide the Shadow Hound from plaint sight. 

And by this time, the third wolf—who had trailed behind the two others in their mutual advancement upon their shared prey—saw what events had unfolded and adjusted his attack pattern accordingly. Before coming within range of Krix's chain-wrapped hand, he halted and retreated away with due haste, moving about in irregular patterns made to distort and confuse anyone or anything that attempted to sight him for destruction. 

Sovereign saw the second Shadow Hound use the boon provided by its own dust cloud to dart away from Krix's immediate effective range and take up position amongst a collection of trees, bushes and rocks that lay some four hundred feet away from the area where Sovereign and Krix resided. It's counterpart did the same. 

[i]Chains are dangerous,[/i] Sovereign thought to himself. [i]And fast too, but they seem less geared towards inflicting direct damage to an opponent but may be designed more for catching and ensnaring him. But I wonder what manner of restrictions accompany the creature's capacity to bend the earth? Let us see.[/i]

As he navigated the varied terrain of the arena with an expeditious and chaotic degree of tempo, Sovereign gripped and broke free great clawfuls of loose, hardened stone from the surface directly below him. Always keeping Krix's body in his peripheral vision as he surged and zin-zagged onward, the lycanthrope unleashed his two bundles of projectiles one after another in lightning-like succession.

By their nature, the rocks were not aerodynamic in shape. They could be better likened to grape shot of exceptionally dismal quality, severely limiting their accuracy at longer ranges, but giving them improved hit probability against scattered targets or a single adversary moving in a sporadic or fixed fashion; dodging every single projectile was highly unlikely, but not outside the realm of possibility should the innate powers of a demigod be factored into the equation. The missiles accelerated down-range towards Sovereign's enemy with the speed of a round fired from an anti-material rifle of quality make and large caliber, the pebbles fanning out into a vaguely cone-like formation as they went. 

The werewolf suspected that his enemy wouldn't be killed by such an underhanded attack, but the opportunity to further experience Krix's powers over the earth was too much for Sovereign to pass up.