Boom
A thick white beam crashed down upon a wide, crackling, icy-white barrier of thundersnow.
The moon in the midnight domain sky above lost it's glow for a moment after firing, and Erik was unperturbed.
He sprinted across the city centre, a wide, excited grin across his wolfish lips, exposing his sharp teeth.
His hammer rested easily on his armoured shoulder, kept there by a wrist across the shaft. His armoured feet crashed against the floor again and again as he raced forward.
His free hand was aimed at the sky, sustaining the large magic circle that conjured the barrier. Lethally dangerous, spinning midnight plates zoomed around, but found it extraordinarily hard to inflict any damage.
His target, Gabriel, became increasingly frustrated at his inability to hit him. He scowled at the approaching werewolf, waving his sword to direct the plates and beams.
