Things were making more sense the longer the fight was going on, however, Khadgar knew far too well that he was not going to be able to last much longer in a fight of pure strength with the Worgen King. Genn was stronger than him and in this form, much faster as well.

He luckily rolled out of the way of the second lunge and ignored how much his arm hurt. Khadgar would not be surprised if those claws had cut cleanly through his flesh and down to the bone. Now was still not the time to lament on it, however, he needed his mind focused upon disabling Genn from causing any more injury or even worse, getting out of the room and into the wild.

If Khadgar was seen as Sylvanas as all people, who knew what he would see others as.

"Greymane, it is not Sylvanas you're fighting," Khadgar attempted to reason once more, "it is Khadgar."

Atiesh was grabbed with the uninjured hand and Khadgar got that close to him in an attempt to have something between him and those claws. The staff was made of tougher things than his flesh and would not be as easily shredded by Greymane's claws. He pushed himself off the floor and ignored nausea from the burning pain as he began to channel more magic. He truly only had one shot to do this, maybe two if he were lucky, but the point was he would leave himself open while he did it.

Khadgar had no choice as he pressed him back against the wall and began focusing, letting the magic come to him as he began casting.