The entire place was shaking. A cacaphony of explosions rocked them as the castles windows shattered inwards into deadly shrapnel. They were under attack, and henr had gotten his answer as to wether or not they were bold enough to assault the castle. They were. And they were going against every principle of masking their existence to the mortal realm while doing it. Henry wondered just how insane the wolves had become to risk evertything like this. Judging from the kami-kaze werewolves; they were the insane wolf posse now. Everything happened in quick succession. Invisible assassins used the chaos as a distraction in order to get to their target. Silver weapons cut both Hoyle and Aislinn and Henry grit his teeth as he by some miracle of reaction dodged a pair of nasty claws. Werewolves certainly seemed to heal fast when they weren't cut by silver, either that or it didn't care that i had been wounded. He had been certain that the beast attacking him had already been cut once but it was going for him like it had only been grazed.

Agile and strong, Henry was not just looks and a pretty voice but against the natural prowess of a trained werewolf killers he found himself a bit short. Then there was the fact that they were goddamn invisible, it certainly didn't help the siren one bit. Swiping claws and silver edged cutting implements sliced the air dangerously close to him again and again and it was a deadly dance between him and his attacker. But if it thought him a easy target, then he was sadly mistaken. Because unheard to werewolf, was the rhythm of his heart and it was beating steadily and calmly. Despite being pushed back Henry was in control of the pace, his moves as fluid as the water that made him. And the icy glare in his eyes told a story of its own. He had no intention of letting a bunch of flea bitten mongrels who willingly followed the Ice Queens commands get the better of him. 

It dove against him. And if henry could have seen him, watery spectre aside, he might have been intimidated. The werewolf had his fangs bared and every bit of muscle played underneath the leathery skin as it apparently forgot itself in its need to rend flesh. However, the rain was aiding the Siren, and if something moved within water, rain or otherwise, it was a distinct disadvantage against Henry. The beastly creature bit air as the Siren almost used his face as a springboard to leap over him. Before the confused werewolf could react he was howling in pain as a small silver knife was lodged firmly into his eye. Henry grinned, in his pockets and hands he had a small arsenal of the fine silver knives and forks that the establishment had lying around.

“Oh dear, Cornelius is gonna kill me for using such lovely silver wares for such a lowly purpose.” He snarled as a silver fork jabbed into the snout of his attacker. He was dancing away from yet another swipe before the creature seemed to think better of it. Or so he thought.

“I think I got a plan Atticus. I can use my vo-” He started to speak only to get blindsided by the werewolf who had been smart enough to double around when he lowered his guard. Henry skidded across the wet floor from the sheer force of the tackle. If he had been human his ribs had been pulverised by now. Luckily, he was really difficult to kill. Slowly getting up to his feet he coughed and spat at the werewolf. It snarled in response. Silver wares were all fine and dandy, but clearly not enough to kill the damn thing.

“That's impolite. Allow me to return the favor.” He spoke, voice cold but his lips split into a horrendous looking smile. Then the Siren seemed to sing, but no word seemed to come out. But the wolf next to him covered and recoiled. “I guess the queen didn't get my message earlier. I will kill anyone who takes service under Ylva. Every. Single. One..” He was almost, almost getting ahead of himself when the werewolf doubled his efforts to kill his talkative opponent. This time he decided to cut. Henry hissed in pain but noted that they used a silver blade against him. As it were, it was far less painful then a regular blade. It seems the werewolf forgot only cold iron worked on him. 

“Any time now Newcomer, Thad, anyone really.” Henry spoke, realizing that he could hold it back, but not really kill it. He wasn't Siya or Daisy. Without his weapon of choice his options were limited “I don't have my violin. So I can't really seem to kill him on my own.”