Werewolf is in excellent shape (100%).

You are done with the chant.
Spell casted.
You mutter the magic words ' ¤Lassum¤ '
The environment blurs with intense silvery light as IMMORTAL presence of Las
fills your soul. Air thunders around you as immeasurable amount of energy is
drawn in you, lifting your body high in the air. At the peak of your might you
yell in celestial trance 'MY LIFE FOR LAS!'
You are bathed in bright light as heavenly choir plays celestial fanfare. The
universe halts as WRATH OF LAS thunders through your sparkling Crosier of
Angel, cleansing Werewolf's soul by vaporizing the body!
YUCH, Werewolf's entrails spill all over the place.
Werewolf is DEAD, R.I.P.

 11:39  121161: Jurgen the werewolf monk has lost his sense

Take that!!