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To be honest, the situation was quite fucked. Raime was seconds away from losing a head, Mags was getting cooked, and Ames was still recovering from that stunning blow. Amulak was doing fine, but honestly fuck that guy, his spell seemed to have buffed his opponent. To Leif, it seemed that it all boiled down to what he could do. Of course, he was limited to just what those things are seeing as he's just about to eat that samurai's enhanced blade. Was this her Nuclei? If that were the case, magical attacks would be meaningless against her. He needed raw, physical strength to overcome his opponent. Luckily, there were multiple ways to achieve that.

But first, Leif had to help his friends.

"[color=f7941d]Arion! Roadkill, ten o'clock![/color]" Leif roared aloud, referring to the crippled kannushi and hoping it would do just enough damage to finish him off, if not disrupt his spell so that Mags could do the job instead. As for the bard, Leif's spear arm ignited in a blaze, a flame both dazzlingly bright and sinisterly dark. It scorched Leif's arm as a demonic call of a bird of prey emanated from the shaman's monstrous weapon, taking its tithe: blood for blood. Soon afterward, it would launch from Leif's hand as if it had a life of its own, burning away a significant portion of Leif's life-force as it flew for the bard.

Of course, Leif did not forget about the opponent standing right in front of him. He sunk lower as his entire shape began to change. His silver hair grew longer, his fangs elongated, and his eyes would shift into a bloodthirsty crimson. One-by-one, his equipment would meld into his body, overtaken by his metallic fur. Only the lupine markings on his body would remain, glowing with the same sinister scarlet that was emitted from Leif's eyes. Soon, Leif took the shape not of a man, but of a monstrous direwolf covered in eldritch markings. Such a sudden shift in form would surely shift the samurai's trajectory of her attack, cutting through a large tuft of fur as the cursed lightning surged through Leif's bestial form.

Upon beholding such a transformation, the ghostly wolves howled as if on queue before converging to the leader of their pack. Muscles tensed, Leif quickly took flight, the sudden surge of magical energy from his transformation allowing him to move with a beastlike agility. He would leap upwards, first performing a sick backflip by uppercutting the samurai's blade with his back paw before lunging his fangs right for her neck. He aimed to eviscerate his opponent's neck with a [Crushing Bite], empowered by the strength of his [Wolfkin Blessing] alongside the support of his pack. If his bite didn't finish her off, the demonic spear making its return directly behind the samurai hopefully would.