Disciple of Embers
The impact of skull on skull was hard, the sound of a resounding crack, like the bone was wanting to split. But both parties were too stubborn to break under the pressure.
Lord Lechner evaded Varin's grapple, certainly for the better. His aim was to crush whatever he had gotten ahold of. The dark side was thick around Varin, clinging to him as if it was a youngling attached to its parent. Almost like a codependency.
The change in Lord Lechner was quick, happening within a single bound before his claws dug into the flooring beneath him. So this was the Sith Lord's secret. He had heard rumors of man turning into canines but he had never witnessed it.
His fur disappeared into the mist like a natural camouflage. Varin swapped positions looking around him, quickly gazing every angle he could. But The Wolf was far more cunning. It was within the last second Varin had a feeling, like his hair had raised, as The Dread Wolf leapt towards him, fangs bared in animalistic savagery. Varin set his stance quickly clasping both his hands around his snout as The Wolf went on the assault.
The combination of impact, strength, weight and surprise was enough for Varin's grapple to fail, sending him to the ground forcing him to take a guard, instantly placing his arm over his neck and face. He needed to act fast, he had to get out.
He felt cornered, claustrophobic.
let it go….
Varin let out a mighty roar as quick powerful burst of dark purple lightning erupted from his mouth towards The Dread Wolf. A move of desperation, but also a tactic to try to gain ground.
