A dark gaseous substance began to spread from the Therianthrope, the stench was nauseating and putrid. The vapours looked dangerous and the group all stepped back instinctively.
John glanced at the others and gestured to them.
"Step away from it, we don't know what it does."
"I got it," Octavia said as her hands began to shine green.
A gust of wind burst from her palm and redirected the fumes back towards the Therianthrope.
She continued doing so as John and the rest of the group surrounded the monster. The dark gas surrounded the Therianthrope, but it had no discernible effect on it. It stood still in its place, daring the group to attack it.
John accepted the challenge and lunged forward, slicing his dagger through the air and creating a gale that sliced through the dark gas and the Therianthrope's body. The beast howled in pain, its flesh torn and bleeding. The gas around the beast stuck to John's skin and it burned, sizzling on contact.