(A Silver and Zero production) Plaything

[Maero]

The wolf head never released his arm, even as it was sliced from its body. Still, the Master wasnt the Master for nothing, and the beast was now bleeding severely. In fact, it seemed that victory was assured, but the beast took the third option, and after a long growl, it jumped into the tree and fled. This left only King, a severed wolf's head clinging to his injured arm, and the struggling purple nymph that lay trapped at the base of the tree. She was the last one, he had to get her to undo the magic, or this trip would have been for nothing.