"I got.. oh, dear god." Connor whispered, his confidence dying down immediately. A strange dampness seemed to fill the air around him. The canine creature glared at them from a set of cold, hard eyes. The creature donned a clean, white lab coat and a journal. The wolf gave off an aura of overall assertiveness and confidence, that could scare the weaker willed. Connor was not at all intimidated by any of these features, in fact. He was more or less terrified of the bolts of water.

Multiple tendril-like spouts of water seemed to emerge of out of the ground, flailing wildly, threatening to whip anything that dare come close. While the water tentacles protected the wolf from any close combat, she shot various spurts of pressurized water at his teammates. Normally? He'd be able to take on most of anything that dared to challenge him. Who'd be crazy enough to challenge a 20 ft tall stone golem? But something in his mutated mind made him absolutely fear her.

Connor felt himself freeze up as the tendrils wrapped along his legs, encasing them. He attempted to rip the water tentacles off of him, but they simply grew larger as he ripped them off. He barely tried to, anyway. Once the water tendrils had completely wrapped around him, he felt a sharp tug. This wasn't actually much of what caused him to fall. He more felt terror, and attempted to take a step back, tripping over himself along with the water tentacles.

Connor fell. The sound echoed throughout the forest, sending a crashing tremor across the forest. Like the pebble that fell Goliath, he had finally fallen to something smaller than him. It was the first time since the mutation. He spluttered, feeling cracks growing. Several pines trees had collapsed under him, snapping under the pressure of the giant. He slowly placed a hand against the floor to steady himself, rising up. "Okay. Okay." He said, and then he picked up a tree and hurled it at the wolf.