*Growl*
Garmr charged forward swiftly. Draco didn't hesitate, running toward the wolf as well.
With his average-sized blade in his hand, matching his BF outfit, the boy leaped forward and drove his sword at the creature.
Garmr stepped to the side at surprising speed, catching Draco off guard. He lunged forward, chomping at the boy's side.
Just as his jaw clamped down, Draco brought his sword to his side to protect himself.
Garmr's jaw halted for a moment, not fully closing as Draco struggled against the force of his maw.
However, Draco quickly realized that his effort was for naught. He felt the bones in his hands begin to compress into themselves.
'This is bad... my hand's going to snap!' Draco mused, kicking the Direwolf's snout to detach himself.
As he stumbled back and fast Garmr, Lyrian had a slightly confused thought.
