If she had been properly trained she would have known that if being attacked one should always keep their eye on their foe; to prepare for a counterattack or simply finish their assailant off. It was simple. It was supposed to be common sense, and yet, she seemed to forget this rule. Raven was far more concerned about the fallen Witch that was thrown to the ground. Moving herself between the two, her head lowered as her cold nose gently poked and prodded the girl, well as gently as she possibly could. Slate eyes narrowed as she looked for some sort of sign that the dazed Warlock behind her had done any physical damage. Moving her head back up, as soon as Sera began to stand and dust herself off, she would turn around slightly. With the girl safely at her side and slightly behind her the scarred lupine would put her entire focus on the warlock that remained on the ground. With each move he made, as he repositioned himself on the ground, a lower growl would rumble in the back of her throat. Even though he was a warlock and still a great threat he was still on the ground; basic instincts instructed her to accept this appearance of defeat. It was when he began to chuckle did the scarred lupine start to relax, slightly, confused entirely as to why he thought this particular matter was funny. Ebony skull tilted slightly in a puzzled canine manner, slate eyes shifted from him and then to the Witch, unsure as what he meant by familiar.

While he began to speak in a foreign tongue her pointed ears would tilt back slightly with uncertainty as what to do. She had seen warlocks and witches fight with and without muttering words to make whatever magic they have be put into action. Some phrases she knew what attack they were going to bring only because she had seen it before. However, what he was saying didn't make sense and he was not moving any of his limbs to indicate what direction of the attack or even what the attack would be. Turing her skull around looking to Serafina for guidance she heard the woman speak as well and still she could not decipher what was being said. Yet she could only assume it was for their benefit. Yet as soon as Serafina was done talking she would look around widely to see just what attack Serafina had created, but when nothing happen and the warlock continued spitting his words violently and smoothly, a snort of disdain left her cold nose. While Serafina spoke that her life was in danger, black lips pulled back tightly to reveal the row of razor sharp teeth. With a low snarl she would move away from Serafina, lowering her head as she slowly stalked towards the warlock, parting her jaws ready to attack. Yet as soon as she began to march she could feel her blood began to boil as they moved violently within her frame and limbs.

A high pitched whine came out of the oddly marked she-wolf as her massive frame lowered to the ground. Staying still for a moment, eyes closed as she felt the man pull and tug at her blood in opposite directions causing nothing but blinding pain. However, she would crawl on her belly moving one limb at a time, attempting to yank back control as he continued to mutter whatever spell he was going to finish her off with. With the warlock messing around with her blood and the pain she was suffering in Raven could feel her mind slowly starting to tear apart as a familiar buzzing feeling began to appear. It had been awhile since the last time she had lost her mind, incapable of knowing when or where it would happen, and never having the chance to keep herself from losing herself. Primal instincts of fight or flight began to surface at a much stronger rate, the pain she was feeling overwhelmed her and caused the massive creature to think only one thing in her feral mind- kill.. Though at this point in time she was not protecting Serafina or even herself. She just knew in this moment the male hurting her needed to go away, and the only solution was death. Massive grey paws dug into the ground as the creature began to shuffle forward, lifting her form up instead of crawling on her body like some mangy wimp pup. Savaged snarls spat out as her jaw opened again, slate eyes narrowed as she neared the male. Her heart was pumping much faster now with the increased adrenaline and his ability to move her blood around in an excruciating painful manner. Yet even as she got closer feeling nothing but pain, her focus remained locked on target as she continued to slowly, grotesquely, stalk closer. Hearing nothing but the sound of her pumping heart, the man's words racing now with an increased intensity, a look of horror and anger appeared on his façade.

It would seem that even though his blood manipulation was causing Raven much discomfort and pain, she was still able to keep fighting on and not giving in. As to why this was the case, who knows? Perhaps the need to kill the warlock and not for self-perseveration was the reason. As she now stood in front of her, feeling the blood move her neck in a violent way a high pitched whine came as she felt her neck be twisted by his brutalized blood movement, struggling to turn her neck in the right positon jaws would snap above him. With his focus on her neck one massive grey paw swung at him again, knocking him on his side his words stopped flowing, the spell halted and for a moment his control over her blood ceased. With a vicious snarl, she turned her neck in his direction as her head came down and opened jaws would encase themselves around his form, teeth sinking into his flesh as she violently moved her head back and forth, like a dog would do to their toy, or a wolf would do with their kill. Throwing his limp form back to the ground a low growl thundered in her chest as she turned her head in the direction of the Witch. And like always with her feral state it only occurred for a small period of time and suddenly she felt herself return back to normal, well, almost completely normal. Her head would turn back and her massive form would slam to the ground as she sat like some obedient dog. A long pink tongue moved to lick the side of her bloodstained muzzle noticing how the warlock twitched, grey trimmed ears hearing a wheezing sound as its life was slowly going away. Not able to remember exactly what happened, knowing he was going to attack them again, her skull would tilt sideways a gentle voice brushing into Serafinas' as she asked quite nervously, wanting to know if she was responsible.

"Did...I...did I do that?"

The path for Raven could never be strait and narrow.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven