[hr][center][@Hekazu] [color=tan]The Unnamable[/color][/center][hr]One of the wolves rushed the man that had invoked feelings so unfamiliar to the predator within the confines of its head, though it did not deem its rush important enough to risk taking a blade or two in its side. Natural instincts had to guide it well, no two ways about it. But what its carefulness meant for it was another problem on its own: It could not reach the aggressor whom it sought. And there was a single fatal flaw in that... what if the creature suddenly changed its mind on approaching?

But before the slowing down of the red eyed beast, the attention of the soul near the gates was brought to the arrival of yet another person, them joining the fight with a spell whose kind had not been witnessed by the mind behind the purple eyes. Whatever it was, the effects were abundantly clear, the wolves the energy struck being harmed with a force most erratic in its behavior. Something to commit to memory.

But that was not something one could allow themselves to get lost in, especially not so if a large slavering beast was on their way to rend their flesh! Pulling the images from the invoker's experience, horror and disgust wracked the subconscious of the approaching animal. It was time it ceased, heeled, and went on its way.

[Hider=Mechanics]The mount is ordered to Dodge, no movement is taken. For his own action, The Unnamable invokes the power of Eye of Horror, spending two Psi on the Crown of Disgust discipline. Dire Wolf 1 must make a Charisma saving throw against his DC of 13 or take 7 psychic damage and be rendered incapable of moving closer to the Unnamable until the end of its next turn. On a successful save, the damage is halved.[/Hider]
[hr][center][@Gordian Nought] [color=598527]Markus[/color][/center][hr]The alpha groaned in efforts to ward off the cranial entry of the majestic figurine and its subservient ventriloquist into its guarded cerebral sepulcher. With a twinge and a swing, the hound whipped around once more, now primed upon the scent, again, of the Vistani. For one with such deadly eagerness to vantage this particular man’s innards, the crazed bite landed erroneously right, endorsing a hamartia of sorts. 

It recompensed with a melodic howl, unusually engorged with a melding of hatred, hunger and harmony. For not swallowing its prey.

Markus scoffed upon the ever palpable pooch, mocking it with his balding scalp as he tilted downward and dedicated a farewell toast but with an electric flourish. The quilted shriek of the crimson eyed fiend evolved hurriedly into a shriller wail, lavished with banshee undertones. The gypsy nose jutted out above a curvy smirk, etching like a stovepipe bent, crooked, funneling smoky wisps of air, to and fro, only for the last swipe to miscue. 

However, he too, like George, was ignoring the titanic iceberg beneath the unforgiving ocean.

Without missing an interrupted desecration, the other singed wolves, yelping from fiery meteors belting from the whistling forest, began to swarm the warlock, whose earlier evident magic scorched one of their brethren.  The mongrels’ gaped maws rapidly widened into huge bottomless catacombs hoping to bury pulp between their whetted gravestones of teeth.  One of the duo unfortunately and quickly spalted Mhyrienne with a rending of her flesh, conjuring a solicited gash upon the elf.

[Hider=More Mechanics]Dire Wolf 1 retreats and attacks/misses Markus. Dire Wolf 3 will attack/miss Mhyrienne. Dire Wolf 4 attacks with Advantage against Mhyrienne and deals 7 damage. Dire Wolves 5 and 2 fail their Death Saves. Markus strikes twice against the Dire Wolf 1 and injuring it only once/dealing 8 damage.[/Hider]
[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/442949249068433409/457424231156940820/unknown.png]Round 3 - The Unnamable, Dire Wolves and Markus[/url]