Enkidu's raging claws eviscerate the Dragon, tearing it apart and leaving a multitude of hacked off parts. The Spiral Dancer pack slumps, and falls unconscious. The pieces of the rotted Dragon begin to melt into a goopy mess. Gerald sheathes his Klaive, and directs the others to tie up the other werewolves.
Hasina moves over to Enkidu, and begins to move a hand ,glowing with soft white light, over his wounds. "Are you alright?" She asks, as Enkidu's wounds begin to heal.
Ardal managed to drag himself onto his motorcycle, a grim smile on his face. 'Soon. I'll let HIM know just how close to dying he really is.' With his engine roaring, he pulled out of the 'abandoned warehouse' and begin to drive back to the hotel. A little explanation would probably be in order, but if Mariah had set up that video session he'd asked for, then it would be revealed. Both to his new allies, and HIM. 'Justice may be blind, but it's just to hear the truth from the lies' he thought to himself.