"[color=662d91]What's the game plan?[/color]" Roxas' voice filled the silence.

Jax could see everyone was on edge, preparing for the oncoming battle. The warehouse was only a few feet away from the treeline, and the place was quiet. Jax spoke evenly as she stood up to her full height, "[color=39b54a]We kick in the front door and make sure they remember our names! When they call for the other's Morthos cage them. I'll release the distraction, and then when you two see the alpha and the beta...[/color]" She turned to her sister feeling the bloodlust roll off her, "[color=39b54a]Send them to hell.[/color]" 

She walked forward pulling her scythe out of her sheath. The green in her eyes was growing bolder as she gripped the rod and twisted it around so her fingers grazed the blade, blood dripping onto the ground. The pain was minimal but the intense demonic energy she got was almost close to an orgasm. She shivered, thanking Morthos internally for the weapon. It was like another limb or another piece of her soul. No other scythe could compare. Suddenly she threw the scythe up into the air and twisted low to draw on the grass with her fingers, a howl breaking through her concentration. When she was finished she stood up and lifted her hand up, her eyes focused on the warehouse. Suddenly more howls broke through the night and she paused closing her eyes, the tension growing before the oncoming battle. Then the moment was over. The scythe landed in her hand and she opened her eyes, a full violent green filling the space, her pentagrams glowing violently as a reddish white light burst from below her feet in the shape of a pentagram. The light began to spin beneath her when suddenly the door to the warehouse opened and the werewolves ran out circling the group with anticipation. They were waiting for their elders, a few in full wolf form, other's glaring at her team in the buff. She noticed a few from the Legion. One rather tall male smiled, "[color=f26522]So you come to challenge us head on? Interesting. Arrogant but interesting.[/color]" 

Jax raised an eyebrow and smirked, "[color=39b54a]Well you shit on our front yard, and the neighbors complained. If the dogs won't learn they need to be put down.[/color]"

She adjusted her footing her eyes drifting over the werewolves, the sounds of oncoming beasts filling the forest. She looked at the rest of her team and encouraged them to do anything to piss off these bastards. To make them come faster, to throw them off of their game. The pentagram beneath her was glowing fiercely now, it's own wind brushing against her hair and her jacket. She needed, Morthos to contain the beasts before she would release chaos. Just a bit further and the trap would be set, then divide and conquer. She felt alive and strong, knowing that this plan would work. It had to. No doubt. No fear. Just pure will.