The battlefield was filled with the sound of sword, the sight of dead bodies, and the serious sound of war cries from wounded warriors. All hell broke loose as the sides attacked each other. Horses collided, and the sight of blood flashing everywhere became normal. Packs fought as if they had never seen each other before, they fought like they were being possessed with swords slashing both horses and wolves. Half-turn wolves were seen everywhere combating one another while fully turned wolves were seen also fighting one another.
Aveline fought like a woman possessed. Her sword was seen moving through the fights, her body moving on pure instinct. Blood filled her hands as if she was bleeding, her arms, her face. The smell of iron and death remained in the wind. She fought without looking at who was before her. Her expression became very fierce and was cutting both half-turn wolves and full wolves with serious precision.