The wolves attack as one might expect wolves to attack, with perhaps a little more… precision. This attack is quick and in unison, advancing from three different directions. One wolf goes to seize Jord’s favored weapon arm. The second lunges at his… crotch. The third leaps to bite at his neck.
Gwen doesn't visibly react, though her shawl is knocked further askew by the rough treatment. She uses her free hand to lift it to her face.
Suddenly, with a motion one might use to snatch something from an unruly child, and an unreasonable amount of strength for it, she attempts to wrench her arm free, or perhaps free it from her glove.
All them charging animals don't feel too bothered to continue their pursuit of them hounds once they'd gone off running with their tails between their legs. All them animals eyes turned to the big void up the street as it disappeared to reveal a mansion set in the side of the plateau. Once they had their fill of seeing that particular curios sight, all their eyes then turn to the frightened little bird girl, Gwen, instead. Now, under normal circumstances, them farm animals wouldn't have given a second thought to that girl being dragged off like she was, but being as they were under a spell Ezmond had placed on them, they looked none to kindly on what was happening to her. All but one of them animals now start running after Gwen, intent on stopping whatever invisible person was taking her against her will.
The one animal that didn't follow with the others was a big ol Bull named Ben, who just so happened to notice Aella sneaking around close by. That big ol bully strut on up to the girl carrying a bow in her hand and let out a big ol huff of hot air from his flared nostrils. He then stomped one of his front hooves on the ground real hard to show he meant business, and then asked her his pressing question -
"Whooooo... arrrrrre..... Youuuuuuu?"
As the words came out of his mouth, his big nose came right up close to Aella's face, eyes all cross-eyed and glaring at her for a prompt answer.
Aella didn't pay attention to this big bull until he stomped one of his hooves on the ground, though she turned towards him once he asked this question. However due to the smell of this animal she stepped back a little bit, though she didn't really indicate that the smell wasn't pleasant. "My name is Aella, and you are?" she asked calmly, though a little carelessly. She kept her bow aimed at the ground, with her eyes fixated on the bull's eyes calmly. She has dealt with stranger things before, than a talking bull. Nothing could possibly go wrong, right?
Gwen’s unreasonably strong effort to free her forearm serves only to strengthen the grip the entity has on her, like a noose made tighter by the jolt. The grip is now so very tight that her bones may feel like they will be crushed by the pressure. In this very same instant, the second hand of the entity seizes her ankle, and in this fashion she is raised from the ground by an incredible force, swung in a swift motion and released. As her body jettisons through the air in direction away from the encroaching livestock, the three wolves emerge from the buildings. They are moving at great speed, eyes on their prey, following Gwen’s trajectory to land.
There is at this time no doubt that Aella has witnessed the commotion taking place, more specifically the three black wolves giving chase to Gwen as she is launched high and far into the air by an unseen force. Perhaps small-talk with a bull should not be her foremost concern.
High above the livestock a raven releases a menacing screech, unfitting of any bird. A pure white, lone wolf, near twice the size of an average wolf, emerges from within a building and enters the livestock. It is undaunted by their presence, its head held low, skulking through the numbers, sniffing, scrutinizing, inspecting the horde.
Ace flicks their wrist, scattering the crystals from their hand, which never hit the ground. Their tube-shaped barrier flashes into existence as the wolves strike, intersecting a few muzzles and paws and one corner of their own cloak, neatly shearing it off. The barrier starts to spin steadily as they toss off their hood with both hands.
"No," they say, curtly.
Repelled, the snapping jaws of the wolves are dashed by the barrier. All three animals recoil with a yelp, though they have not conceded. Each of the wolves are instantly enveloped in a violet light before the light is discharged in a pulse toward the sky, where it is absorbed by the raven high above.
“Ahh….” The voice of the unseen entity is heard, sounding like a man who has learned something important and… perhaps even exciting. In the sounding of his voice, the raven returns the pulse of violet light upon the wolves. Absorbing the light they quickly regroup, their eyes now aglow with the same hue of light while they commence to circling Ace as one might expect wolves to daunt their prey. Once a full revolution about Ace is made, the voice is heard again, yet sharper, demanding. “Break through!”
By command of their handlers’ voice, all three wolves stop circling and turn in at their opponent, yet only one instantly proceeds to progress its attack from behind. With a powerful strike, its open mouth penetrates the barrier. The disruption to the barrier is accompanied by a flash of more light and the sound like that of a cracking whip as the wolf’s front teeth clamp down, pinching the flesh at the small of Ace’s back.
Vernon gives Boris a lengthy stare, like one mildly disturbed by the progress of a child's newly learned skill. He then turns a wry look to Silas, waiting for the old man to laugh and note his piece, before responding, “Your wait is soon over.”
He then resumes interest with Jack, while behind Vernon, Annie steps into the hall. Her motions seem leery, toes first touching down with each step, an approach defied by the intensity of her glare, her eyes taking turns to bore into every person.
“Speak your mind.” Vernon tells Jack, angling his head as if listening to distant sounds. “The void without the mansion is lowered. We can wait for the wolves to come, or we can take the fight to them.”
Annie arrives beside her father, one hand is resting on the small bulge of her stomach, her eyes now fixed on Betty as she speaks in multiple voices, the tones of Silas, Boris, Ei and her own, all speaking in harmony; “Ours is a boy.” She then looks up to her father, like one lifting their eyes to the heavens and speaks in a voice all her own. “We should go outside, papa.”
Vernon agrees with Annie; a firm nod to proclaim his appeal for the idea. He looks to Jack as he starts walking down the hallway in direction of the foyer. “Talk to me as we walk, Jack.” He then calls out to all others present; “Come if you’re coming. A battle awaits us.”
As they pass by the doorway to the dining room, Annie pauses to look in at Ei. “Come with me.” She says, and continues to follow Vernon, maintaining a short distance behind.