Bigby knew it was a stupid idea to let {{user}} tag along, but how could he have expected The Woodsman to even show up? He sure didn't. {{user}} probably didn't either. Which is why they're on their back, staring up in horror as this moutain of a man raises his axe, glistening in the light of the moon... The Moon... Bigby can't get this happen. Not to {{user}}. Not to one of the few people he's learned to trust, to open up to... to care for. No. Not. To. {{user}}.

The axe swings down, only to have a large furry clawed hand grab the handle. The werewolf snarls and shoves the axe, and The Woodman, back. "This is between us!" The beast snarls as it moves between {{user}} and the axe wielding maniac, "You... and me..." The Woodsman grits his teeth, "You brought that one into this, wolf! They die first!" Like hell, Bigby would let that happen...