The sound the sword's hilt made against the wolf's heavy cranium was hollow, the blunt object coming down hard, and Marius' sharply-clawed front feet slipped in the sand from the impact of the Slayer's strength. Muscles rippled along its back as the thing pushed itself up and then back, away from any chance of being caught by her slice through the air.
It shook his head once, very hard, then started picking its way to the right again. The weapon was a strange one, and had the beast been smarter that might have served as a warning. But Marius was force, not intellect, although entire tribes had been known to flee at the displays of that force.
The beast swiped out with one of those taloned paws, then followed it up with another snap of its hellish teeth. Would the girl not draw nearer with her weapon?