"Eyahahaha! You aren't slow at all~!" I shout tauntingly, and finally decide to unveil my little trap. Blasting Seraphim back with a concussive shard he practically ran into, a barrier quickly whipped up to keep him contained.
With a bit of effort, I coalesce the sparks sitting all over the place, changing them from a large barrier of pure energy and follow it up by imbuing the trees with that same energy. Their branches bend, and become pitch-black, warping to my wishes. It forms a fairly large arena, enclosing Seraphim in, along with a recently back-from-the-dead, extremely pissed Werewolf Lord.
One couldn't possibly call it as such anymore, it was more of a nightmarish, cobbled together creature. For the most part, it resembled its parent, but its ghostly white eyes and pitch black fur no longer appeared as its predecessor. With black, ghostly tendrils extending from the still visible, dripping wound, it somehow managed to roar, voice filled with an unholy rage, despite the damage I did to it.
"I had my turn with this bastard, now you can play too!" I say happily, somewhat drunkenly, before tumbling back and clutching my head against a painful headache.
Edited by morrjo on 9/10/2012 5:32 PM PDT