[color=fff200]You are not simply mortal, correct? I sense energies in you that are not of this world, you are a false god.[/color]

Xing Yi hunched to a slightly crouched position with his arrow still trained on the wereworlf, now wondering how he was going to fight such a being if he needed to. The light from the chandelier reflected off the fairly deep puddles on the floor, which almost bathed the hallway in a glistening aura which painted the picture further that these were two people whos powers had at least some influence from the divine. The werewolf once again spoke describing someone he has never met nor would wish to.

[color=fff200]Youre not going to leave are you? Ive given you ample chance to flee and never return, but a false god will always find himself in places he is not wanted. This cathedral will be your grave, werewolf.[/color]

Xing refused to call the creature by his Anglo name, and focused his eyes as he fired an arrow straight at the creatures chest.