Dreizehn struggles to keep his eyes focused, trying desperately to hold on to his sanity and not let the beast take him completely. A berserker's strength might be valuable, but if it came down to matching strength the end of the battle was a fore-gone conclusion. No...he had to stay sane, had to think, even in the face of such an unforgiving monstrosity. The roar of the Donkere doesn't help...every muscle vibrates with stored energy, waiting to spring.

So it's not enough to just obliterate him down to dust. He's escaped his realm...I need to find another that can hold him...

The rapidly healing beast charges forward, cursing him. He bellows something else, but the wolf-man is too preoccupied with dodging the monsters lunge. It's not really speed that saves him, but rather dexterity. Dodging to one side of one bony spear, he leaps over the second, and continues to bob and weave to try and avoid the sudden onslaught of piercing bone and popping energy. He has to buy himself some time.

Catapulting himself backwards through the wall of flames, there is a scent of scorched fur, but aside from that Dreizehn lands safely in the cooler side of the forest. He doesn't pause a second, but lets loose and ear shredding sonic howl. The already damaged trees topple easily in the wave of sound, the burning timbers falling like twigs caught in a tornado. The deadly flaming spears threaten to crush and impale Donkere, while the remaining trees in the circle of flame being to fall in apparent sympathy. Would this be the monsters funeral pyre?

It did not seem likely.

What was it that the beast had howled as it struck out in pain and hatred? His heavenly nature? What was he talking about? There didn't seem as though there would be much more time to dwell on this. He had to come up with an answer, fast.