"N-Nice doggy?" Cass tried, hoping that the wolf would somehow be calmed by his powers as an interloper. The giant fucking wolf snarled at him, saliva dripping from it's teeth. That was exactly as he feared. He could feel the panic taking over his body. This was not going to go well for him.
Now that the kid was out of the way, half of the barrels were destroyed, and Cass hadn't started running already, he was cooked. The carriage was too far away right now, and Cass didn't think he could move his feet. His feet felt like he had leaded boots strapped around his ankles, locking him into place. Shit.
He needed to try something, anything, again. Maybe try to do the same attack again?
Fumbling, he tried to summon more water, but his mind was blanking. Every time he tried to chant the spell, his fingers would tremble so much that he couldn't draw a straight fucking line. His lips felt too big, and he couldn't get the words out.