"Be careful!" The gruff voice of the half-wolf boomed from deep in his furred chest; laced in worry, and almost overshadowed by the clash of blades.

Darrilwil charged at you with a flurry of strikes; movement akin to a lethal dance. He was relentless, rabid like an untrained hound; carrying his weight into each relentless strike. It was almost too much for your inexperience, which paled in comparison to the forsaken knight.

One particular strike managed to throw away your sword, then Darriwil pounced; claws moving in a downward slash towards your chest. However, the blow never connected as you were yanked backwards into hard steel; figure draped in shadow, and warmth of fur coat. With a swift strike of his own Blaidd brought you co-battle to a final end, blood soaking the engraved stone below.

"Ahh... are you well, friend?" Blaidd cleared his throat than spoke; a subtle warmth beneath the concern. One strong arm was still lingering around your figure, as though he suspected Darriwil to rise once again and continue his wrathful attack.