Jax let a battle cry echo through the area, the blade of her scythe moving up and through a werewolf as blood spurted across the red-stained concrete. She pulled the scythe up and under her arm twisting it up and around her neck at the same time a werewolf was running at full speed towards her. She jumped up barrel rolling the scythe still moving in rotation around her neck so it would cut the beast's shoulder beneath her. She hit the ground at an angle grabbing her scythe as she prepared for the next barrage. She noted a slight resistance and turned to watch Ophelia battle the Alpha. Her eyes flared up as the imps began screeching and attacking outsiders that were preparing to interrupt her sister. 

    Her one eye was useless after the scratch but with the good one, she could see Ophelia was taking control of the fight. She watched as she finished off Edward and was about to shout out her excitement for her when suddenly something hit her from the side and she hit the ground hard her scythe flying to the left of her. She gasped, getting to her feet quickly as she stared down at a young wolf with bright yellow eyes. She clenched her fists, standing to her full height when the wolf ran at her. Her green eyes flared, the pentagrams on her hands glowing even brighter as three imps slammed into the wolf from the side. Jax let out a shallow breath, blood beginning to flow freely down her nose. She had to send the imps back soon or she would lose control of them and they would attack her team. She ran for her scythe, the werewolf that had just attacked her following her with increasing speed. She jumped forward over her scythe and then turned on the ground, hefting the rod end so the pointing tip would go up into the werewolf's belly. She looked up in terror as the jaws of the wolf snapped right above her before it sank down in death. 

     She let out a breath and kicked forward, the body of the wolf slipping off her point. She stood, looking over at Ophelia as she rubbed the blood away that was still running down her face. Their eyes connected and she gave her sister a weary nod and smile before she heard the scream of the female werewolf. She watched as Roxas' arm turned to flame, and then the female wolf herself was engorged. She could feel the resistance within the wolves grow weaker, many of them turning to run into the warehouse or change back into humans. Roxas was looking rough though. His back was torn to shreds and she could tell he was exhausted when he spoke to Ophelia. Suddenly he was on his knees and he hit the concrete harshly. Her eyes widened, and she ran over towards him, snatching up her jacket on her way. Ophelia reached him well before she did so Jax kept some distance. She walked over slowly handing her jacket to her sister so she could give it to Roxas as a pillow. She bent down to look at his back, ignoring her injuries completely, "[color=39b54a]Holy shit...his back. We have to get him to a hospital or he will bleed out.[/color]" 

She looked over towards Morthos, werewolves charging at him trying to break him so they could escape, "[color=39b54a]Morthos need's help with the rest, and I can't sustain the imps for much longer. We need to help him then get Roxas to the hospital.[/color]" 

She stood, resting her scythe on her shoulders, "[color=39b54a]Let's finish them. Kariana style?[/color]"

    She looked over at her twin, her confident smile barely hindered by the heavy face wound, after Ophelia's response she ran towards the werewolves, the imps coming up behind her like a wave as she threw her scythe high up in the air. She went full speed jumping up to step on one of the imps then another as she dove forward into the air catching the scythe and falling into the werewolves head first, her body spinning as the blade came down in a flurry on them. She hit the ground hard and rolled forward the blade coming up to cut and slash at any werewolf still daring to fight. Blood was beginning to run down her ears now, but she ignored it, fighting so close to Morthos and his flame wall that the heat began to singe parts of her clothes. She hooked her scythe up and around the belly of a werewolf, her leg hooking underneath the rod as she fell forward, using her full body weight to throw the body into the flames. 

     She was breathing hard, preparing to stand up when she fell to her knees. She was at her limit with her magic. If she didn't put the imps back, she would lose control of them. She started the incantation, clenching her fists as she closed her eyes and leaned up onto her knees, a scream of exhaustion erupting from her lungs as she forced the swarm towards the glowing hole a few feet from her. The imps howled in pain and aggravation as they were almost yanked from their place back into the light of the pentagram. Jax lifted her arms, her glowing green eyes opened only lightly as the rest of the swarm was engulfed. Suddenly the light was gone and her arms fell forward to hit the ground, her teeth grinding together as she took a moment to feel the raw pain of her battling. The adrenaline was gone now. She was exhausted, and her body began to shake lightly as a werewolf came running at her.  Her weary eye widened as she lifted up her scythe to defend herself, knowing that she wouldn't be quick enough. She prepared for impact, her body tensing as the wolf came closer.