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[hr][b][color=purple]Location:[/color][/b] Mount Othrys
[b][color=purple]Skills:[/color][/b] Charmspeak[/center]
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Of course it would have been just too easy for it to be a simple charm speaking mission. Marco turned towards the raspy voice and growled as he recognized the werewolves. These were nothing like Lupa's wolves, and Marco found himself checking his little papoose to make sure that Milo was asleep. Maybe he shouldn't have brought the little glider? Well, it was too late to worry about that, and he had to focus on the threat in front of them. 

His fingers went to the knife at his side and he looked to Em and squeezed her hand. [color=purple]"Show them what you're made of sweetheart."[/color] He wasn't sure that charm speak would work so easily on a pack of werewolves and their master, but... He had to try.

[color=purple][i]"Hey there wolfies, are you sure you want to hurt some little old demi-gods, when your real enemy isn't here? You're wasting your time... you should just leave..."[/i][/color] He wove his magic into the words, driving all his focus on the wolves with Lycaon. He doubted he could get their master, but if the other werewolves were willing to turn tail and run, that might buy them some time while Madalyne did what she needed to do.