[i]The woman began screaming incomprehensibly as the wolf thing spoke into her mind, and began quickly backpedalling, before tripping on the undergrowth and falling backwards. She continued to scream, not sure what in the world was going on as she turned and started crawling, sheathing her sword and instead drawing her trusty revolver. It's never let her down before, why should it start now? As she fell, various thorns from rosebushes scratched the only exposed part of her, her forehead, and she began bleeding, however lightly. Due to her screams, birds flocked out of the trees, and as she crawled away she turned to face the wolf, not thinking as she fired three explosive bullets of hardened paint from the black revolver.[/i]