"Bind him!" Titania roared. Her command snapped across the field like a whip.
Mot gritted his teeth, his eyes glimmering with strange light as more tendrils erupted around the Werewolf. Black coils whipped at him from every angle, trying to entangle his limbs. The Werewolf's response was mercilessly efficient. His body twisted and turned, claws slicing, knees bending at unnatural angles as he tore through the snares. He shredded tentacles by the dozen, only for more to surge in their place. His sprint never faltered.
Titania didn't wait for the outcome. She hurled herself across the field, sword first, meeting the Werewolf head-on. Their clash rang out with the sound of steel meeting raw bone and claw. Sparks flew in showers. She carved through his fingers, severing them in flashes of white aura, but the wounds closed in the blink of an eye, flesh stitching itself together as if time itself bent to his regeneration.
