[@KoL][@Mercurial]

[center][b]TZI TI'AMTUM[/b][/center]

Wolves. In his experience, they didn't really go for big groups of humans like theirs, but maybe they were some ghost-cursed wolfpack (not that ghosts were real, because no way he was fighting ghosts; it was probably some hostile force attacking them with their trained animals, yeah, that was way more sensible). Either way, he could see their growling shapes through the white, snow-filled air, barrelling down the hill towards him, Leon and poor Wagnill. If it wasn't his imagination, then he was totally smelling them salivating all over three seemingly-vulnerable targets. They weren't catching a single break at all.

Dangit, they just had to attack from uphill. It was going to be real hard to fight them off like this, not when any movement of his arms would probably turn ol' Wagnill into one of those snowballs that got bigger and bigger the more they rolled down a hillside. Tzi glanced at Leon's form in the corner of his eye. Both of them really weren't that suited to swinging their giant sticks around today.

He took a deep breath. Not the right time to panic right now. He just needed to get a good way to get rid of all those wolves. Wolf meat could be eaten, right? He'd never actually tried any, but what if the stuff was poisonous? How would he prepare it? But that meant he needed to take out all the wolves first, and his trident wasn't going to be stabbing anything any time soon. So if he wanted to use [i]Retiarius[/i], he'd have to make use of one of its abilities.

Wagnill wasn't going to get ditched any time soon. No way. When the guy woke up, he'd be happy to know that Tzi'd netted him some meat to chew on.

[center]"[b]Casting the Net[/B]"[/center]

The flow of energy intensified. Tzi breathed in. His unmoving trident, still holding up the stretcher that held Wagnill, glowed, and a massive net, its fibres made of magic itself, launched out towards the three wolves pouncing towards them. He'd always thought that animals were smarter, but they'd chosen the worst place to jump. Now that they were airborne, there was absolutely no way they could change their direction.

No way to get outta the way of his giant net.

It was like spearfishing in a barrel, except the barrel was a cold hillside and the fish were wolves.

If the three got caught, the weight of the net would drop them like a rock, and then it wouldn't be him and the pals on the downhill. Nor would Wagnill'd be forced to turn into a snowball.

It'd be the wolves instead.

The net nabbed them, the magical creation enveloping the three lupines in a tangled mess of whines and howls. Tzi grinned as they fell onto the snow with a thud, sliding uncontrollably down the hillside as gravity proceeded to remind the animals who was truly the king of the mountain. The grin proceeded to fall off the trident-user's face. They certainly wouldn't be eating those wolves any time soon.

But there was a bigger problem. Something rockier than just wolves.

Actual rocks rolling down.

"Anybody gotta way to take out those boulders?" he shouted over the wind.