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[center][b]Location: The Lagoon.[/b]
[b][s]Interactions:[/s] [IN COMBAT][/b]
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Azrael let out a low growl as the chamber gradually became a larger hive of activity. Of differing wills and desires, all lingering on the teetering point of uncertainty despite the solution being so close...

Then the exact thing he feared had finally come to pass.

The mutts had arrived, throwing a wrench into what would have been a smooth escape, or a smoother trip to the surface several miles above at any rate. Now he would have to waste precious time fighting off the mongrels, which only increased the chances of something else going wrong just as they were about to leave this decrepit pit. Still, there wasn't much else to be done save stand and fight. So, thrusting his arm out to the side, Azrael manifested his Quintessence for the first time in centuries. Giving the soul-forged blade a few experimental swings, he assumed a reactive and mostly agility based stance. One that would be perfect for weaving in and out of the mutts’ pack based patrols, letting him reduce their bristling and fouls smelling ranks into a charred, ashy, mess.

Moving off down the tunnel, the exiled seraph rushed towards the nearest pack of wolves-a group no more than four in number-each armed with heavily corroded short swords and daggers. Items that would be better off in a scrap heap rather than an actual battle. As he drew closer a plan of attack began to form within his mind. First he'd immobilize the leader, whom he assumed was in the front. Then he'd move onto the next wolf, casting the pack leader into one of its men in order to sow some chaos and buy himself some more room to breathe. From there he'd slice the throat of the next unfortunate hybrid to cross his line of sight, before moving on to either kill more with his Quintessence, or his deathly touch.

Quickly closing the distance, Azrael executed his plan, sending the lead wolf stumbling off into one of its subordinates with a swift kick to the side of its head, before going in to finish off the rest.