The first sensible thing Red Wolf does is get out of the way. 

The claw that would have crushed body and blade alike catches only air. The kidnapper shoots to the ground, and the storm is on her heels. Slash and bite and stab and whip and again, faster, and faster. The devastated earth splits into yet-smaller pieces. The air clogs with mud. Above it all, the piercing howl of pain and rage.

Yet the Red Wolf does not fall or falter. She finds the bits of solid ground moments before they are obliterated. Her blade screams! And the blow meant for her side slices a fallen tree clean in two. Dodges. Fancy tricks. Lies! She cannot take victory with these weak weapons. How will you carve through her hide with such a weak blade? Your precious footwork will only grow slower as the wounds mount! You are small! You cannot beat her! Flee! Fall! [i]And never come back![/i]

A tiny scream pierces night and heart alike.

Sparks dance in eyes gone wide in terror. She clutches the Red Wolf’s arm with both her hands. She winces - an almost-imperceptible shudder - to ask this much of her burned wrist. She clings on tighter.

In a flash of molten light, in a tidal wave of Essence, the Vermillion Beast of Lanterns vanishes, leaving behind nothing but a small girl; battered, bleeding, broken. Only her eyes still burn. Gripping her junk sword in numb fingers, she surges forward with a hoarse cry…

[Han reduces her Feral to 3 for feeling she's hurt someone with her bestial nature, thus ending her Transformation. Han also rolls to [b]Fight[/b] Red Wolf: 3 + 6 + 2 - 2 (for Frightened) = 9. Han will:
-Inflict a Condition
-Take a String on Red Wolf]