The little behemoth was stopped in its tracks as it snapped its jaws, pushing against the little wall of flame. Moon's glowing figure grew as her anger did. When the bright light faded, she stood on her hind legs, standing 17 feet in height, her wings now longer past the hinge, and holes in her wings, more spikes on her back, and an elongated jaw with large fangs. Moon opened her large jowls and clamped down on the incoming Interceptor, tearing off its wing, and spat it out. She then swung her tail over and swatted the baby behemoth as Constance's summon brought in a wolf cub. Moon let out a loud roar and took flight, swooping in to grab Mortis out of the middle of the pack of wolves, and quickly turned in midair, light seeming to gather into her back, and a large circle seemed to form around the pack, the symbol for Bane (Evil) filled the center, and the ground rose, exploding and killing the pack. Moon let out a roar of victory and even the other monsters began to run. The larger behemoths roared in response, but took their young and fled.