The rest of the werewolves had arrived and Morthos saw Ophelia give him the nod to cage them in. He concentrated his magic a moment before unleashing it, [color=red]"[i]har-har hayit.[/i]"[/color] The wall came to life, encircling all of them in seconds, too thick to run through and too high to jump over, they were all trapped together until it came down.

The fighting was hectic and Morthos could barely tell what was going on. Jax had unleashed a horde of imps on the wolves, but Morthos couldn't watch that as he had his own problems to deal with. They had figured out that the devil man was the one making the fire, great. A lot of his energy and focus had to go to keeping the wall up, luckily werewolves really didn't like fire, so some [i]rasas[/i] were enough to keep a few of them at bay.

A moment later he heard a battle cry from Jax heading towards him, then a thump, then a scream of pain. Unfortunately he couldn't try and help her, he hoped she'd be fine, but if he looked at her he'd lose his focus on the other wolves attacking him and keeping the wall up. She seemed to be fine as she yelled at Ophelia and Roxas to hurry it up on their end, and Morthos couldn't help but agree. He drove the wolves back far enough to make a smaller wall around himself, just for a moment of reprieve.