Jax watched as everyone performed their roles perfectly, wolves coming in from every angle. The pentagram below her was moving at too fast a speed to actually see the lines and her jacket and hair blew lightly away from her body. She remained still, watching as Ophelia gave Morthos the go ahead. She wasn't offended or upset that her sister had taken control. She was proud, and she followed behind eagerly waiting for Morthos to complete his cage when he felt the moment was ready. She also took the moment to pray. The wolves grew uncomfortable for the minute and as soon as Ophelia and Roxas went charging for the Alpha's, they were preparing to defend their leaders. Jax smirked, her eyes turning a bright green, "[color=39b54a]My turn.[/color]" 

She spoke harshly in latin her voice booming when suddenly the light beneath her opened and a swarm of loud angry green imps erupted from below her, hiding her shape completely. A horde of little imps that were the same shape and size as Hargul twisted and sprang up howling and spitting at the wolves, descending on them like a horde of angry wasps. There sharp razor like teeth and claws biting and ripping at their hair. Jax ran forward after her assault, moving swiftly with the commotion of the imps. She headed towards one of the larger wolves and twisted the scythe up over her shoulders, slamming the tip into the ground so she could twist kicking the wolf to the ground. She pulled the scythe out and twisted it in a circle up and around to land blade first in the wolfs chest. When she pulled the blade out it was covered in red. She didn't wait to check if it was dead before two more wolves came her way. She pulled her scythe up and launched it towards one of the wolves like a spear, it dodged anticipating the throw lunging at Jax, it's jaws almost snapping at Jax's foot as she jumped up kicking off one of her imps, leaving the wolves to collide into each other. Jax hit the ground and used her momentum to grab at her scythe, flipping up onto her feet. She noticed three more wolves coming towards her and she grew less cocky her movements becoming more precise as she twisted the blade up and then down before rolling it over her shoulders, her body twisting to follow the creatures body language. She turned the blade vertical spinning, in a sharp mechanical motion, as the limbs of wolves fell around her. As she turned to face away from the last wolf she let go of the rod, letting it rush up her arm so she could grab it near its base, the blade moving up to rest behind the neck of a wolf. She pulled forward her opposite hand behind her back as the blade cut through the neck of the creature like butter. 

She leaned down turning to see if her team was alright. They seemed fine, holding their ground so far. Jax stood up to her full height, her blade cutting through the wolves with an intense fury. Regardless of how fast they were, they couldn't get close enough to actually touch her. It wouldn't last. She was keeping up with them for now but her endurance would only match them for a while and her magic was already starting to wear on her. She could feel the beginning of a nose bleed and through her barrage of cutting and ripping she had a few close calls that she knew would become more frequent as this went on. When she did get a spare moment she noticed that one of the wolves had broken away from the imps and was running straight at a busy Morthos. She moved without thinking, running at full speed as a battle scream erupted into the air as she twisted her scythe up and over to cut through the barrage of werewolves before slamming into the creature a few feet from where Morthos was standing. She rolled with the creature, it's weight crushing her before it was gone. 

She hit her head on the impact, trying to get up quickly when suddenly a weight slammed her back into the ground. She moved her scythe just in time to block the snapping jaws of the wolf. She gripped the rod tightly as the wolf tried to bite through the metal or tear it away from Jax. The metal held strong, as Jax tried to push the beast off of her.  She grunted pressing forward when the wolf jumped up to put its paws on the bar. Jax grit her teeth, her elbows hitting the ground as her bones began to fight the pressure. The bar was closer to her face and one of the claws pushed forward to grate a nail over her face. This deep scratch began on her forehead and ended on her cheek. She screamed in pain, blood running down her neck as she slammed her boot into the ground and pushed to one side twisting the blade around so it was laying vertically. The blade up so that the wolf would fall on it. 

The wolf did just that after Jax spun on the ground slamming her boot down so the wolf would hit directly on the blade, it's neck hair replaced with red steel. She gasped moving to her knees and covered her bleeding face with her hand. The scratch started from her forehead over her eyebrow and down onto the cheek, and it would most definitely leave a scar. She thanked the gods, that her eye socket was deep enough that the eye was intact. She stood, rage filling her features as she ripped off her jacket and headed into the battle again, the thousands of imps screeching with her as they attacked with a new found vigor. She moved, twisting the scythe back into motion, the chaos furious as she attacked any wolf who dared to come her way. Thinking of the villagers and the children that couldn't defend themselves. The broken families. The pain. Her strength was ignited and she lifted her hands the imps following up behind Roxas and Ophelia attacking any wolves that would try to aid the leader. The wolves were growing smarter and were beginning to turn towards Jax instead, preparing for a full on attack. She called out to Ophelia and Roxas,"[color=39b54a]YOU BETTER FINISH THIS SOON! I DON'T KNOW HOW LONG I CAN KEEP THIS UP.[/color]" 

She adjusted her footing, rubbing her face to remove the blood that was dripping down her cheek and onto her white shirt. Her breathing was harsh as the pack attacked, her scythe coming up in an arch, and then down like a pendulum as she began another barrage of attacks.