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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 3671020" data-attributes="member: 4936">Seeing the explosions, Viridian winces, but no one comes scrambling back out...so she screws up her courage, makes sure the warding is up...and walks through the portal to the rooftop.The confusion is like an assault. A great swath of roof is simply missing. She doesn't see all the heroes right away. And...werewolves?!Whatever had made those explosions seemed to have dealt with the threat of the guards. The big werewolf was another matter. Lacking silver or fire, she used the weapon no witch was ever without...the mind.Lycan! Her voice rang out with unnatural volume, with a strange metallic overtone rippling through it. To the one it was meant for, this voice would slice through conscious awareness and sink like a knife into subconscious acceptance, producing reflexive, automatic obedience...if he didn't manage to control himself. Lycans weren't, as a rule, paragons of self control however. Throw off the wolf! Assume your human form!Goddess, let it work, she privately prayed. A werewolf in full possession of its powers was trouble she'd rather not face just now.(Voice of Command on the 'boss wolf'- Mind Control, DC 21, if he can hear her voice)</blockquote>