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Tom had returned to the door. He was panting, desperately pulling to him what strength he could. His hands were bloodied from several wounds and these stung as he ignited his hands at the approach of more wolves. His brand swept upwards in a sudden flurry, cleaving the face of one of the beasts and killing it instantly. He dived out of the way of a bearded hound before a third clawed at his knee. He dropped to the ground and in a panic, a swirl of flame swept around him and forced the two wolves a-side. Kat screaming distracted him, but the wolves could not attack before he launched himself into the air and balanced himself nimbly onto one of the pews. Metal objects flew from the walls, colliding with the wolves, knocking one into the cellar and the chandelier from the ceiling crashed at another. The runts on the outside barked and nipped at his ankles, forcing him back towards the main pack and only Tom’s many powers kept them at bay.