"By my honor I will enforce the edicts of war!! The Kingdoms beneath the gods stand against you, Canine Monster!" Murdoc Godwynne challenged. He charged the beast with the full force of his fury. His sword, the majestic Cockburn which slew the Raven King during a mysterious mythological time, shined ethereally with the force of ten Suns, only capable of doing harm to someone of a great depth of evil. Even someone with great wickedness wouldn't see it. The Wolf, however fit the criteria of the Sword's definition of Evil, even if the beast were a mere wolf looking for it's lunch. Symbolically, the wolf was it's own species, the wolf. Adding to that symbolic definition of evil, the Wolf was enormous AND also a wolf, embellishment not required. The wolf was also making haste to shed blood. These three facts alone were enough reason for the Cockburn to shine in it's eyes very painfully if the gleam of the sword flashed across it's face. 

Murdoc had more stamina than one hundred men in their Prime. His sword gleamed as he swung it in appropriately war like gestures, attempting to flash the sword across it's face enough times that it's fur would catch fire. As if the Sun shined too bright on the Canine Monster. Squire Geoffrey, his current Squire, a twenty year old man, had muscles which bulged in tight ripples strong enough for him to tear men in some leather armors apart during combat. This Squire took a bow that was made of metal, and he pulled it with little effort, aiming a primitive grenade attached to the arrow bodkin at the creature. The alchemical liquids could tell the difference from the make up of hair, living organic material and dead organic material, enough not to harm the books, but it could leave severe burns on the skin or body tissue of any living organism.