Shit. The rumbles of the walls,ceiling, the whole damn place could not be good. And then the crash. Like a shattering of an ice castle with almost terrifying musical shrills. It was expansively loud. Echoing with the vibration of destruction.Veti slipped from his arms like the breaks of the glass. He didn't want to, but he knew he had to let her go. They couldn't stay entwined and do whatever the hell it was they were going to have to do. Thad reacted by reaching toward the shattering glass. His arms free of what he wanted to hold he figured he would find what he didn't really want in his arms. 

With his hands stretched out he gathered those pieces of glass as they flew all around. What breaks and cuts can break and cut right back. Using the energy that was so apparent all around the explosiveness of the crashing glass, the cause that did this damage lingered in the air like small particle of atoms. Tiny peices of power that Thad just pushed ,pulled , and shaped together. He made balls of that excessive force and broken glass.

Then came the howl. It was his wolf, his love that added the pain and the defence in the roaring call.There was warning and anguish in her cry. But there was also power. He felt everything quiver as she let loose her voice. Thad almost dropped all his shapes and ran to her. But he would not stand beside her empty handed. He moved with his tense almost exploding shards of glass and energy. 

While others gathered around the old werewolf Veti was befriending, Thad was ready to throw his makeshift weapons back. But where? Who? He heard the words of Semyon. Sure sure, group. It wasn't like he was leaving Veti anyway. No way. He stayed by her as the others had joined; the boss men with their fierce and worried cries, their weapons and direction. It was only then, that Thad began to let some of his sharp infused explosions loose. 

Not that it did much good because as they were moving wolf head boss screamed out in pain. Thad reacted by tossing some of his glass toward the area around the group. Something must be there. Close enough. And it wasn’t long until Thad heard them confirm….Silver.

He would find the silver. That would give him direction for his return shattered glass. Sodium Chloride. Thad spit on his hands quickly and rubbed the salt from his skin. As he did his glass weapons began to sputter about uncontrollably. Shit, shit, he had to stop. He gathered the now bright blue hot glass balls back. 

But right as he was about to try again, salt make silver ions cloudy, he heard the packmate of Veti cry out for rain. Rain, salt rain. Yes. 

Thad directed his cleverly designed glass infused power balls right to the liquor cabinet. One thing about this crowd old rubber duck knew was they could drink. So things were stocked and Thad would use every drop, every single mixed watered down known to man and those not, brought together for who know who. His constructs crashed into the bar, the punch bowl, the water cooler, even the fancy fountain that splashed some mixed blue shit. Thad gave his own roar, nothing like his love, but still his voice, and he threw his hands into the air. All the liquid rose. It hovered by the cracked ceiling and then exploded into a rain. Down came buckets of all kinds of chemical concoctions. 

Thad rushed to Veti’s side as it rained. He reached again to the glass that scattered the floor and fought to find the energy that was fading away, to make a few more glass cutting power throwing forces just in case he could find that silver. Silver.