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Alistair Archibald was determined to plunge his little piece of glass into the throat of any of these "dire wolf" things as soon as he got the chance, were they to attack him or his posse. Or so he had believed. The truth was, he wasn't expecting the reality that he found himself facing -- that there was one giant monster before them. Big enough that he had his doubts as to the effectiveness of the small glass shank he held. 

He had not attempted to call out to the odd, shadow-maid before she had disappeared. The situation was too foreign, too strange for him to instantly make heads or tails of, so he lost his chance. But the -- as far as Alistair was concerned -- arrogant wave she gave to them as she disappeared probably meant she wasn't going to answer any questions even had he asked. She was might've even been relishing their suffering. So all that was left was for Alistair and his gang to deal with the beast in the room. Or more accurately, for Alistair to do it. The kid seemed to have absolute faith in his ability. Not that that'd be a bad thing in a normal situation, mind you. 

His, [b]"Alistair, do what you have to do. Ask me whatever is needed and I will do it."[/b] line had thrown all responsibility upon the Archibald. How cruel. Was he doing this intentionally? Even a genius such as himself was bound to be caught up in all this random, supernatural bullshit. He wasn't given any time to make sense of it all! Well, whatever. He would much rather die by his own actions than because of someone else. 

[color=c1ba46][b]Y[/b]ou can't be serious. Is this all some sort of test? Does he really want me to bed his daughter that bad? Usually, it's the exact opposite![/color]

Everything was going to be this way, wasn't it? Diamond chins, wolves, bigger wolves, and if they made it through this, there was probably going to be a giant wolf with a diamond chin. If he wasn't so determined to break that chin from earlier, he might've cursed his existence and fallen into an uncharacteristic despair. But he did not. For this was only the start of his journey, and no matter what this cruel deity threw at him, he was determined to smash. Smash that chin, that is. 

Even with such determination, he still needed a way past this wolf. Given the growling, it was only a matter of time before it set upon them and tore them to shreds, and sadly, his pathetic shank wasn't going to change that outcome. A beast that size would need a hell of a lot more what they currently have, yet there were no better weapons just lying around. And actually retreating was not a luxury they could afford, either. To turn back now would likely land them right back to square one, and having experienced the Knight's might, Alistair would rather take his chances with the wolf. 

Telling was Alistair's expression. It betrayed the difficulty he was having with figuring out a solution, as his lips were forming a frown. But still, he turned to Flame. [color=c1ba46]"We will not turn back,"[/color] he said, though he spoke in a softer tone so as not to cause the wolf to immediately aggro, if such a thing was possible. [color=c1ba46]"We'll [s]run it down mid[/s] lure it over here, and then make a break for the room over there and either escape further in or arm ourselves better. If it's a kitchen, like I think, then it ought to have a spare knife or two."[/color]