[h1][color=gold][center][b]Chryseis[/b][/center][/color][/h1][hr]
Chryseis took on the wolves' stratagem with nothing more than overwhelming might. The spears that attempted to jab into his body stopped at the skin. The Nemean Lion possessing a body impervious to mortal weapons also apply to the weapons wielded by these werewolves. They may be better than the cheap trash they were using before; however, it's still not enough to break through his defenses.

[color=gold][I]'If they just use more force, then they can break through it. Alas, they aren't strong enough.'[/I][/color] He lamented their weakness and cherished their futile fight. As he rose his claws, the sword fell on it and shattered into pieces. He carried the motion of his swipe and blasted the wolf off his feet and turned his attention towards the spear wielders. His eyes landed on the spears themselves and he smirked.

Chryseis's body was changing, shrinking to a smaller and more compact form. The two wolves helped their fallen comrade to his feet as they prepared to take in the sudden glow. What was revealed after the metamorphosis was a man with a sublime, golden luster. He stood well over six feet and was dressed in a general's military uniform. [color=gold]"Wonderful. A nostalgic sight."[/color] He couldn't hold himself back and rose his hand in front of them to conjure a spear as gold as his hair.

The speed at which he spun it kicked up wind pressure. His eyes narrowed and his grin grew wider. Chryseis charged at the wolves who tried to defend themselves with the spears. Their weapons were severed by the blade of the golden lance and the wolves were slashed deeply.

Blood flew through the air as they fell down and didn't get back up. [color=gold]"Now then..."[/color] He noticed the Oni getting the brunt of their fighting force so he decided to stroll over in that direction.