Blood manipulation. It was the first thing that Serafina had learned about her mentor all those many years ago. It was a fascinating thing, an awe inspiring thing and, at the heart of it all, a terrifying thing. She watched with wide eyes as Raven went flying across the yard and into the neighbor's dense. A small trace of pity crossed the young witch's features if only because she knew exactly what it felt like. It was perhaps that action alone that caused the girl to spur into action. She knew it wasn't going to end well for her, naturally, but there was a slender chance that tonight might end better then it might otherwise have been without the wolf's intervention. Her fist slammed into his shoulder in an effort to pull his attention away from the fallen wolf, her thin feminine figure effectively placed within his way as she shouted at him. It didn't take much to pull her mentor's anger, of that she certainly knew and was hardly surprised when he abandoned his quest to finish off the wolf for the more immediate one of teaching his apprentice a lesson. She knew what was coming, to some extent, she felt his hands upon her figure as he quite literally threw her out of the way. What she didn't expect (and really neither did he) was for Raven to attack at that exact same second.

Her particularly large form required little effort to off balance the man, sending him falling to the ground, though perhaps not as far as one might have hopped. The action had dazed him more then hurt him in any fashion, causing him to pause and take stock of his surroundings in the same fashion that Serafina found herself doing. Briefly, her stormy gaze met the fiery blue eyes of her mentor. The moment, however, was short lived before Raven had positioned herself once again between the two warring witches. She felt the prod of the wolf's cold nose and with a small dusting of the dirt from her figure and an even smaller grunt, Serafina rose once again to her feet - prepared to deal with whatever came next. It was a loosing battle, or so she thought. Her mentor, however, stayed upon the ground, repositioning ever so slightly to stare at the two females in front of him, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

"It looks like we finally found your power, Serafina." Her name was a sneer upon his lips, his blue eyes observantly catching what they were far too ignorant to know. "What?" She commented, clearly taken back by the sudden change of conversation. As far as Serafina was aware of, her abilities as a witch were positively underwhelming. It was a fact he chose to remind her of often - that was, until tonight. "You found yourself a familiar. And a were at that. That must of taken some effort. I always thought you had potential girl. It's too bad that you're going to loose this one." There was a twisted smile upon his lips as he started speaking a foreign language, causing Serafina's eyes to widen almost immediately. They had mere moments to act, of that the young witch knew. Her own counter spell came to her lips unbidden from the pages of the dark arts book she had procured some weeks prior. She hadn't attempted any of the magics from that black bound spell book and frankly, she wasn't even sure it would work. Her mentor, however, seemed entirely unfazed by this new development, his chanting remaining consistent despite Serafina's attempts to throw her own magic back at him.

Quite unfortunately for the young witch, however, at the last word of her curse, she opened her eyes to find that absolutely nothing had happened. Nothing had changed. He was still standing there chanting away, he was still alive and still very much about to kill her pet. Her lips twisted into a blatant display of displeasure, her attention turning back towards the lupine in front of her. "We have to go. Now. If he finishes his spell, you're dead." The words were very matter of fact as they left her lips, her grey tinged gaze staring intently at the female in front of her. Now was their only chance. The next few moments would entirely define their fate.

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