The Elder charged with the fixed resolve that Adam must die. Explanations and evasions were meaningless now; there was nothing for it but to fight until the Elder was beaten into submission — and perhaps then he could still wring a few more useful facts out of him.
By now the white wolf had fused with the Elder. From a distance he looked like a monster with a man's body and a wolf's form striding through the air; pure ice elemental energy gathered before him into blade-like planes, and everything along his path was sliced apart, leaving vacuum behind. The thousand meters closed in an instant, and his claws lengthened at furious speed, the ten fingers standing up like ten blades.
Adam conjured the Elemental Artillery again; ice-thunder rockets launched in silence, blanketing the Elder.