Toria turned and saw Dirge a good distance away from her. She casually tossed the werewolves away with slight movements of her fingers. Some had their arms ripped off or their heads severed by unseen forces.
Her telekinesis made her a nightmare. As she tossed them into the air, Ballista and his incarnation's arrows would meet them mid-air. Dirge's plume waved as she moved elegantly, slapping these monsters off her path. Then she stopped, wrapped both hands around her staff, and lifted it up.
The moment no telekinetic force held these wolves anymore, they swarmed Dirge from all sides, their growls enough to paralyze a man with fear. With each inch the staff rose, the werewolves grew closer and closer until they lunged, claws and fangs inches away from her face.
Right at that moment, Dirge activated Black-Out State and transformed into a banshee. Half her body became like smoke as she unleashed an ear-piercing screech that rippled out like the shockwave of a nuclear bomb.
