Between the sudden shock of pain down his front and the odd sensation of an enchantment breaking, Lambert doesn’t get much warning before the spell goes awry under him, making him roar. On the bright side, he’s in a sufficient amount of agony that more on top of it really doesn’t do more than make him shudder and curl in briefly on himself before he’s forcing himself on the move again.

As he goes, blood splashing onto the earth his claws churn beneath him, he marshals his wits together for another spell — one he triggers with a mutter and the tap of a claw to a bloodied chest. Maybe Creation’s magic will work and maybe it won’t, but it’s hopefully insurance against being clawed like that again.