Alaric’s eyes were not as sharp as Salem’s, so he did not realize that a magic circle was being used. He did notice that Salem had moved to grab his staff, something he thought was odd. Was Salem going to be the first to use magic during this meeting? It didn’t seem like force was needed at all. Still, once Salem grabbed his staff, Alaric’s body positioning shifted. His eyes darted around the room to try and see if there was a threat he was unaware of. That’s when he noticed the man in the back making some odd hand signs. Salem’s magic nullified the incoming bind ability.
“I believe that attacking a guildmember charged with an official request can even be met with lethal force, right Salem?”
He had already moved himself slightly around the table. The eyes of those sitting and standing were both on him. Some of the men in the robes started to make a shuffle as if they were readying another spell. Alaric’s eyebrows lowered to a frown. “I wouldn’t do that.” Before he took another step, a blast of fire slammed into his chest. He took a step back from the force of the blast but it was nothing that caused too much concern for the wolf.
Alaric paused and looked at them once more before letting out a long sigh. “Sit tight Salem.” His voice became gruff as his stature began to change. His height grew steadily as fur began to sprout from his skin. His eyes shifted to a bright yellow color. He restrained himself the best he could but he was able to slip into a partial transformation. As the group readied another spell, Alaric had closed the distance to them and slammed the closest man’s skull into the wall behind him. As his body fell limply to the ground, Alaric’s eyes shifted to the next man. A low growl emitted from the back of his throat. “Should I take them all out Salem, or do you think they’ll play nice?” Before answering, Alaric snatched the next hooded figure up by his neck and pinned him against the wall, preventing him from moving any further.
WC 376
TWC 1122