[Consumption] Another Patrol night.
The sort of thing that can become monotonous in the everyday lifestyles of a Sept serving Garou. Yet for every evening that goes by uneventful and placating of the senses, another crops up that could potentially spell disaster. Not that there is much comfort in a quiet and restful night, what with Rage slumbering fitfully beneath the breast of each. A telltale heart of reckoning and voice that begs at something to unleash upon. In the wildnerness, a simple hunt may well have sated the need, an offering to the beast within to keep itself pure and settled.
Yet within the cityscape, it is more. A necessary function. A pressure release and steam valve that eases the constant push and draw of the cyclically disturbed moors and avenues of the Concrete. The City was a Monster, a Leviathan in and of itself and when playing host to the Monsters in gaia's charge, held endless sport for them to pit their Rage against, all the while quietly whispering at the Spirit and Soul to die a little more with each passing day.
Hope wastes plenty in the airs of misery and drudgery.
The Four are among the Caern numbers sent out into the cityscape. The feral winter that had blasted the streets no few nights back has finally broken, it's spine snapped and strength sapped and streets cleared to present the broken ice and slush puddles of a common night's end. The Crowds and numbers are minimal on this a Monday evening, while the plentiful promise of what Mortal's call Valentines has kept most inside; For celebration, jealous and protective, of Love or the more plentifully harrowing taste of the lonesome.
For these reasons enough, but not these alone, the Garou sent North-west of the Caern, have been promised a quiet night. A restful one.
The streets are without much presence, beyond the occasional body rushing for a store that was still opening and mayhaps containing that box of emergency chocolates for a forgetful mind.
Intersections flashed reds, ambers and greens for traffic that was sluggish and slight.
The refuse of a Ghetto neighbourhood's edge, nothing but dive bars, parking lots, and closed down shops, is commonplace in this region, as are the distinct collapse of suggested Retail and Leased buildings that have been on the market for ages and ever. Industry had failed in these streets. So had consumerism. Now all that was left was survival. Survival and cruelty for entertainment.
[Gwen Sullivan] People might mark the day on their calendars and think in tones of pink and red. They wrap themselves up in making that last-minute reservation at a decently nice restaurant, worry about that bouquet showing up at their loved one's workplace, fight crowds for chocolates before somebody gets home, light candles in the bedroom and put oils in the tub.
For everyone else, it was another day. No matter what anyone might think, the city still manifested in tones of gray.
The night was ample with opportunity for the Banes to feed-- on lust, on passions, of jealousies and rages and selfishness. Holidays with good intent often dragged with them more harm than anything else. Gwen and Fire Claws had been going about their typical business, not just memorizing Law but ingraining it, pressing the cub to be strong and swift and tough in ways encompassing but not solely involving the physical. She slept well at night because she was rarely left with the energy in her at the end of the day to do anything but.
The chance for off-grounds lessons arose, and the teacher and student, along with a pair of others, made progress through the northwestern streets, past bars and crumbling parking lots and 'For Lease' signs in dusty, smokey windows. Gwen was wrapped up in a too-large dark blue hoodie, zipped to her throat, bulky not with womanhood or muscle underneath but rather with the extra sweater she'd insulated with underneath. Jeans were faded but sturdy, tucked into black boots. Her hair was pinned out of her face, hood up, face clean of make-up. Expression parked at neutral, but gray-green eyes alert and searching the ground they walked, the nooks and crannies of the alleys they passed.
If nothing more, Gwen had before proven herself to be an excellent alert.
[Killswitch] Joey doesn't think any night will end uneventfully. There is always something, some little or big thing that changes the tempo and color of a day. But allowing oneself to be lulled into a sense of complacency, to imagine that the quietude of this evening means they can relax invites misfortune. It dulls the senses. And for a Rotagar, the elder of her Auspice no less, such dullness is simply unacceptable.
So she and Hunter are on patrol of land far to the north of their own territory. They travel past the broken down shopfronts, the worn to the ground retail buildings. Joey's steps are lighter than Hunter's, and it's not just a difference of size. It's a difference of spirit. To the Beta of Defiance, Valentine's is just another day. She shopped for things for the warehouse and for the vehicles in the stable. She roamed the city as she always does. She reported to the Caern for guard duty with Hunter. One could almost call it monotonous, except for the little and big things that can make the world turn on a dime.
Joey walks at Hunter's side, a tall, lithe athlete clad mostly in black and dark colors. Tonight, no scarf adorns her throat; there is nothing to hide the terrible scars there. Her movements are easy, her gait rolling, but her eyes dart hither and yon, alert. Attentive.
[Fire Claws] The world of the mortals marked this day as one of love and companionship, where people buy their significant others flowers or chocolates. Others find escape through dining together and enjoying some activities that couples enjoy. What is Fire Claws doing on a day of such joy and love? Brow beating his little ward into making the litany apart of herself. He had taken notice of her improvement, a long with others. He had taken note of the little cubs weaknesses and what needed to be improved upon.
However even with a ward, the duties to Sept and Caern are more important. One cannot avoid the duties when they are handed over to you by the warder or other sept elders. When directed on the hunt, he would oblige. Whatever was needed of them, he would make sure it was done, and that the pup would have her hand in it.
[Burnout] Hunter is there, eyes slightly less alert than his Rotagar Beta's, his mind is elsewhere and she knows this. It makes her extra alert, extra cautious and he doesn't have to tell her to be this way. He has his dark mahogany leather coat, black jeans, black t-shirt. The Defiance are strangely bereft of winter clothing tonight, no scarves, no furred hoods, they seem comfortable.
Gwen is with them for some reason, Hunter didn't question, merely shrugged and went on his way. Fire-claws is there to look after her, apparently he is her mentor and the Ahroun leaves it to the Forseti to take care of the pup.
A grunt from the Gnawer, a rumbling of dislike for this mission.
"Remind me why we're out here again JoJo, could'a got in about ten fuckin' fights in bronze by now."
[Consumption] The Law of Convergence or the Wisdom of Elders:
Hunter's query is answered with something abrupt, not unlike the strike of a lightning bolt or the clap of a first thundering. The quartet or on their runs through the concrete landscape, the umbral domain no doubt covered by another group of like-minded Cliaths still learning the delicate arts and patience of what the Guardians do. How they have done what they do for years without complain or question.
The air seems to hum then still. An odd convergence of quiet, drifting in from all sides and areas, with nothing but the slow click of a set of Traffic lights moving from one colour to the next and their own footfalls accompanying them. It is almost unheard of for such moments inside a City, where the belch of progress thrums through everything.
It is a moment. Simply that. A brief reprieve that illuminates the Gibbous Moon above their heads...
...And the night's potential Turn of the coin:
"...I recommend you step back, Old Man."
They are dressed for a night off. Army, navy, air force, something of a military promise for a mortal infrastructure. What specifically, might well go over the heads of those present but their sand brown uniforms are immaculate and pristine. Each bares the hair cut of a fresh buzzed or scalp shaven recruit. Some are flexing jaws and veins, while others wrap fingers into palms to form fists.
They stand just inside the fenced off parking lot half a block west, of a shitty little Dive bar. Two cars, and a clunker are tucked up against the back fence, while the grates inside the parking lot spew coils of faint white fog from somewhere in the sewers below.
They seem out of sorts. Vaguely tipsy. Celebratory airs of the night gone to momentary waste, peering at the figure before them:
It's wrapped in the thick blankets and shawls of something fresh out of an alleyway. Tall, perhaps Hunter's Height and bulky, back to the street and sidewalk and wide enough to block the entrance suggestively. The feet shuffle forward a few inches at a time, while the vague stench of...rotting vegetables and curdling milk touches the air.
It forces the noses of several of the grunts up, hands wiping beneath nostrils.
"Why don't you just step back and go 'bout your business, huh?" From one.
"We will fuck you up, old man." From another.
"Eager isn't he?" One of them chuckles slightly at his fellows, the bomber jacket and Aviator's he's wearing gifting him a level of bravado and confidence that seems put on. Probably the point of them though.
[Gwen Sullivan] The cub's eyes skip away from the streets up ahead, the neon signs and the shadows they cut sharply into the pavement and brick around them, and instead fall on Hunter's profile. She doesn't scowl or turn her nose up at him, but merely comments like she would if she were asked what time it was:
"Maybe it's not a fight we're looking for, but something bigger and more important." A pause, not for thought but to show punctuation. "Whatever it is, our uppers asked us out here, not in Bronze." It was obvious, plain and vast as the clouds that broke only every so often to shine the almost harsh light of the nigh-full moon above. Because this was Duty, and that was all there was to it.
First comes the sight of the uniformed men talking into the folds of shawls and blankets of some hulking figure standing before the bar door, perhaps barring the way in (or out). Second comes the smell, like a sink if no one has run the garbage disposal in the past few weeks. Third, the words. These young men were drunk, full of themselves and the power that the military they'd joined into backed them with.
Her hands moved out of her hoodie pockets, her shoulders tightened. Not for the excitement of some young kids beating up some sloppy character, but because the smell was so strong, so out of place, because the figure was so large, that when these two elements went hand in hand things just felt Not Right.
She would not move first, though, that wasn't her place (yet).
[Gwen Sullivan] (( correction: standing before the path into the parking lot^^ ))
[Killswitch] "Did they?" Joey asks Gwen, angling her head slightly, the corner of her mouth turned up in a grin. The question is rhetorical, is asked more to forestall reaction from her Alpha than to make a point to the cub. He's distracted, and the moon is full. A very dangerous combination, indeed.
Joey nudges Hunter in the arm. They're close enough to smell the perfume of rotted vegetation. The reactions of the militants tells her it's not coming from a full dumpster.
"That look weird to you?" A nod of her head to the humanoid swathed in blankets.
[Fire Claws] There were issues that both he and others saw in the little pup. Something that he did not like, something that had earned Gwen countless verbal and physical assaults for. Weaknesses that he would not abide in the what could one day be another forseti. Something that beating did not seem to drive out, something that tongue lashings could not bleed away. Something that had to be carved out with Gwen's own hand, pulled forth from the hole it has burrowed into her.
Testing by fire would allow her such rare opportunities to work on these weaknesses, opportunities that he cannot provide solely.
However when the little pup starts to talk up as if she was even addressed in any manner, that causes him to turn on her. Rough hands gripping at her arm like a officer would a cuffed fugitive who was being belligerent. Dark eyes stare, wordless reprimand of the cub talking out of place. Even if it was a bone gwaner she had just addressed like that.
If this was some training exercise, some controlled environment. It would most likely invoke a response from the normally outspoken cub. But off-grounds training was different. His glare different. It was all very different from training at the caern. But soon enough his glare was pulled away from the teenage girl to the strange smell that waifed through the air. His eyes turning to the direction his nose pointed him on, a strange smell of.... decaying produce. Something he didn't often find singled out in the city, even in the worse areas.
His natural instinct pulling at him, even in this form, to forgo what he saw and look to what he smelled. Weak as it was in this form, the spirits more than made up for that.
[Heightened Senses Active, -1G]
[Burnout] His head turns, his stance and the tilt of his head gives the impression of a thoughtful predator. His eyes tell a different story though, Rage, distraction, a mind a miles away that cares about as much for the pup's words as a bullet in the head. Gwen is saved harsh words from the Ahroun or harsher fists because he has a Beta that knows him better than he knows himself and she has a mentor who acts quickly. The pup gets a curled lip in a silent snarl before his attention is diverted by Joey to the scene of military men and the stench of rotting garbage.
Nostrils flare, but he makes no other reaction to the putrid stench.
A grumble of agreement to Joey, yes it looks weird.
"Keep her fuckin' quiet." He says to Fire-Claws and then begins to walk over in the direction of the disturbance.
[Consumption] The quartet make a slow progress in the direction of the Parking Lot. As they draw closer, the scene begins to unfold further:
"Warning you, you old Fuck..."
The Bomber Jacket wearing fellow, barely inside his Twenties by the looks of it, somewhat smaller than the rest, steps forward and lifts a hand with a pointing finger at the hulking thing in the opening of the fenced off parking lot. His sneer is proud, strong and determined the aviator's giving it that extra hint of demand.
The fellows around him look at one another, clap fists into palms or nod and voice agreements and rumbles of their own displeasure, bunching up a little tighter to one another.
The cloth swaddled creature seems to halt it's advance, an inhale expanding the cloth around it's shoulders as lungs suck in the air around it and release it in a gust of a snort. Strands and drops of mucus splash the pavement at his feet, jerking several of the Military Boys back a step in disgust. A few threaten to lunge forward at the perceived insult, only to be held back by the outstretched arms of the Bomber jacket fellow.
"Whoa whoa...Fuck, this guy stinks..."
A rumble of something as the collective of Gaians draw closer down the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street. It emerges in the air, gravel and constricted throat, from the depths of that shawled appearance.
"You bunch of little fucks think you can operate in my town? Think you can walk around, dicks out, not a care in the fucking world?" A hand emerges, thick with curls of hair on a dirty and muscled arm, pointing ham-fisted fingers at the collection of Military men who sneer and bark jeers in response.
[Fire Claws] He takes in the scent as its comes to him, a scent he is all too well familiar with. His nostrils flare a little as it hits him, hard. His grip on the cub lessened, forgotten as his mind recounts the smell. At first he doesn't even recognize that the gwaner speaks, but soon comes out of it. A grimace of disgust at the gwaner, thinking he could just command him like that.
But that smell, that stench that seems to bring him back to the military men and the covered figure. He does not move on them just yet, does not react. But he does watch, sniffing at the air as it goes on. His voice letting out a gutteral, low hum of a growl. A strange thing to see any man do, but to a wolf. It was recognizable, a warning.
That man was not what he appeared. He was no man at all.
[Gwen Sullivan] Gwen opening her mouth gets nothing but sharp, reprimanding reactions from all: The Rotagar eyes her, asks an unending rhetoric, the Ahroun snarls for Fire Claws to 'keep her fucking mouth shut', and Fire Claws sets her with a stare that was as good as claws, grasps her upper arm with the kind of rough strength that could bruise flesh-- but would not hers, for the blood that runs underneath of it. For all this scolding, she doesn't respond like a chided pup. Just presses her lips (now completely void of piercings, one might note, the Medusa long gone) together and keeps her eyes on the scene unfurling before her.
Fire Claws tips his head back some, inhales deeply the smell that hit as slightly familiar and sickly sweet in her nose and twisted her stomach just a bit. He scented the air in ways that a human nose could not, returning his dominant sense to the strength it has when he's not bumbling awkwardly about on two legs. His grasp on her arm lessens, she does nothing to shake his hand away, and he growls.
Joey asked her Alpha if the people up ahead looked weird, her Alpha nodded, and Gwen? She held her tongue.
[Killswitch] The Rotagar doesn't need heightened perceptions to know that something's about to go down, or that the creature swathed in blankets is different. The musk that wafts their way isn't the smell of the downtrodden, isn't the body-odor-garbage-rot smell of the homeless. It just smells rotten.
She's already reaching up to her hat, the black wool cabbie she wears low over dark eyes, tugs it down. In the process, her fingertip brushes a button there (If Life Gives You LEMONS Throw Them At Someone).
"What d'you wanna do about the humans?" she asks Hunter; he is Ahroun and Alpha, though she's of a greater rank, Joey defers to him in matters of combat. Gwen falls silent, Fire Claws growls. Whatever he takes from the smell, recognition or otherwise, he keeps it to himself.
[-1G Soak Talen, +3 soak]
[Burnout] Fire Claw's grimaces in disgust and the Ahroun has his back to him. That must say something to the Forseti, this is not a Garou to fuck with, this is not someone to be sneering at, Gnawer or not.
The two members of Defiance stroll off, headed towards the disturbance and the rotting thing. Joey touches a button, Hunter clips on a badge to his coat. The badge is half red, half white and reads:
REST ASSURED
nobody gives a fuck
what you have
to say
"Scare em off if we can." This in reply to Joey's question.
[Burnout] [oh yeah -1G soak]
[Consumption] (Hooooo...)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Consumption] "I don't recall having to ask your permission, you Dumb fuck..."
The Bomber Jacket fellow takes a step back, sucking in a quick breath that is at once a sign for the others to step forward slightly. It is imperceptible to most, perhaps even the young men themselves but swiftly enough they are standing at the forefront. A long line of six bodies, thick of muscle and training both. America's finest.
The mountain of Rags simply grunts. Loudly and spits again.
"Because you did not know of me before this moment. Now you do. I piss in the corners of this city daily. Scratch and carve my name it it's weak and pathetic and you imagine you can walk these lands without tribute? Without payment to me?"
There is a general rush of confusion throughout the Military bodies who turn to glance back at the man behind them. At this distance, perhaps the Gaians might recognize the insignias they are wearing on uniform shoulders. Signs of privates from the bulky grunts. The bomber jacket carrying an extra stripe (Corporal? Sergeant?).
"Look, you weird Fuck..." The Bomber jacket fellow comes through his line of Grunts, pointing again fiercely at the standing behemoth and yet he pauses half-way as the bundle of rags and cloth suddenly starts. Pauses. Then turns...
Beneath it all, he is a large creature of thick muscle. Banded arms and bare of anything to cover the torso but the rags about his shoulders and head. His pants are a disheveled mess of what used to be a pair of jeans while his feet are a thick show of hair and bare callouses. His chest is a mat of dark bristle and his features a grim down-turned mash of pronounced brow and sunken eyes. His jaw skews off to one side, drool captured in one corner.
"Huh.." Is the only response he offers to Hunter and Joey's approach. A rippling snarl, that seems to bead heat off him in waves.
The military grunts look agitated, fidgeting and twitching where they stand, eyes darting back and forth amongst one another even as the Aviator wearing fellow watches the progression with something akin to unpleasant stoicism.
[Killswitch] Joey's brows lift when the thing turns to look at them, and summarily dismiss them. Looking it up then down, her gaze lingers a moment on its feet. "Whoa." She looks up at Hunter and, her voice pitched to carry to the creature and by association the grunts before it, says, "I didn't think Hobbits came super sized."
She rolls her shoulders back, though her hands remain in the pockets of her faux-fur lined black hoodie. Appearing relaxed, aloof, easy going, she's prepared to explode forward and up, into a form for fighting if it comes to it.
"You're an awful long way from, what's it?" She looks up at Hunter, tilts her head. "The Mire? Why d'you want tribute from those little soldja boys, anyway?"
[Fire Claws] He watches and waits as the military men continue to banter and berate the clothed figure of muscle and stench. His eyes watching the cloth intently, waiting for the creature to expose itself. The growl giving way to give directions to Gwen while the pair of pack mates head to face this thing head on. His voice hard to understand unless you were already used to the dialect.
"Ge' readee for sum shit."
He watched as Hunter and Joey moved on the creature, a part of him upset at the monkeys getting off easy after berating the creature like they did. However duty had finally called. And he slowly arched his back as he leaned over, biting his teeth as his nerves slowly start to go numb to anything that would hinder his hunt. His kill.
And then he is moving, quick steps carrying him towards the soon-to-be fray. The smell of ozone and burnt out rage filling his nostrils with each stride he takes.
[Fire Claws] (Ack Resist Pain Active -1W)
[Consumption] "Gaian whore, keep your tongue..."
The word chips the air, half-way through Joey's attempt at taunting. The sneer on those features remarkably direct. He takes a step forward, several layers of the cloth around his frame sloughing off his shoulders and back.
"Your Mother brought you into this world crying. I will remove you the same, in the Father's service..."
Flesh bulges. The rags around him quiver.
"Fuck..."
The sound emerges from the Bomber Jacket fellow who darts off to one side, tucking up against a large SUV parked in one of the spaces in the lot. The collection of Military boys move a lot slower, hunkering low and staring back and forth between the sudden confrontation of strangers.
[Consumption] (Snaps~Jagged: 6 +...)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4
[Consumption] (Bomber: 9 +...)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1
[Fire Claws] (7+)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[Consumption] (Military: 5 +...)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5
[Gwen Sullivan] [Init + 5]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4
[Burnout] [+8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
[Killswitch] [+7]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7
[Consumption] Posting Order. Declare in reverse:
Hunter: 17
Fire~Claws: 15
Joey: 14
Snaps: 11
Bomber: 10
Feeders: 10
Gwen: 9
[Gwen Sullivan] [Hold Action. Assessing situation before diving in nose first.]
[Consumption] Feeders
The sudden blitzkrieg of promised violence is enough to goad the Military privates into a sudden urgency. The Bomber clad Corporal tucks himself away behind the SUV, fumbling for some sort of keys even as he barks out.
"Form Up!"
To which the response is immediate: a sudden spasming flash of muscle beneath the skins of the 6 Privates, who turn almost synchronised, toward the collection of Garou. Jaws suddenly unhinge and a line splits the middle of each, dividing mouths into three separate parts, the spread of long incisors flashing as mandibles appear beneath the noses of the privates, who surge forward at the command, lunging heedless and hurried.
(Bomber:
Initial Action: Command Power "Form Up!
Rage 1: Dodge
Rage 2: Dodge
Feeder Group 1 (2 Each): Grapple Snaps
Rage 1: Bite Snaps
Feeder Group 2: Grapple Joey
Rage 1: Bite Joey
Feeder Group 3: Grapple Hunter
Rage 1: Bite Hunter.)
[Consumption] Snaps
There is a snarl as blankets are shucked and the monstrosity rears into a diseased looking Crinos shape at the Parking Lot's entrance. He bends forward, arms spread, claws gleaming oddly under the street light, droplets of black falling to the ground.
(split Action:
1a) Grapple Fire~Claws
1b) Claw Hunter
Rage 1: Bite Fire~Claws
Rage 2: Block.)
[Killswitch] "Well that settles that." So much for protecting the humans. Joey explodes upward, shifting in an instant from athletic blond to Hispo-monster.
[Reflexive: -1WP resist pain, -1R hispo
1a: Bite group 2
1b: Bite group 2
1c: Bite group 3
R: Bite group 3]
[Fire Claws] A snarl is that comes from him as he snaps his way to the hispo form. Teeth look for a good bite, claws
(-1R to hispo form.
1a. Hamstring bite (special move to cripple) Snap
1b. Claw eyes (called strike to blind)
1R. Claw Snap again)
[Burnout] [Reflexive: -1WP resist pain, -1R Hispo
1a
1b
1c
r1
r2 - bite group 2, 3 if they go down]
[Fire Claws] (ST approval. No hamstring attack. 1a changed to called shot- bite calf/knee to slow down Snap)
[Burnout] [1a - bite group 2 -3 split]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 7, 9 (Failure at target 5)
[Burnout] [1b -4]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Burnout] [dmg+3]
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 7, 7, 7, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Consumption] (Soak! Sta 3 + 3 for Armoured Hide)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Fire Claws] (Called shot at knee. (9-2 for split)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 7, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7)
[Fire Claws] (damage 3+3+2+1+1)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 5, 6, 9, 9, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Fire Claws] (+2 damage from ST direction)
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Killswitch] [1a: Bite group 2: -3]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Fire Claws] Dammit lets claw eyes called shot diff 8 (9-3. WP used)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 4, 7, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 8) [WP]
[Fire Claws] (re-roll)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 5, 6, 6, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 8) [WP]
[Fire Claws] (damage. HAIL)
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Consumption] (Soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 6, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Killswitch] [dam: +2 (*flashes Kahseeno* Hey baby, remember these?)]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Killswitch] [FINE! *covers self*]
[Consumption] (Soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 6, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Killswitch] [1b: Bite group 2: -4]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Killswitch] [dam: +2]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Consumption] (Soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Consumption] (Snaps: First split - Strength 8 (Wrestling) + Brawl 2. -2 for Split. Diff 6)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Consumption] (Strength 8 + 4 Damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Fire Claws] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Consumption] (Second Split: Claw Hunter: Dex 4 + Brawl 2. -3 Dice for split)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 5, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Consumption] (Str 8 + Claw 1 + Toxic Claws 1)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Burnout] [soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Consumption] Bomber: Initial Action: Command Power "Form Up!" Charisma 3 + Leadership 4 (Commanding. Diff 4 WP of Feeder)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 4, 6, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 4)
[Consumption] (Feeder Group 1: Grapple Snaps. -1 for Flank Attack. Str 3 + Brawl 2)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Consumption] (Feeder Group 2: Grapple Joey. Str 3 + Brawl 2)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Killswitch] [1c: Change to resist!: str + brawl -5]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Consumption] (Feeder Group 3: Grapple Hunter. Str 3 + Brawl 2)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Burnout] [1c resist str+brawl -5]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 7, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Gwen Sullivan] A moment is stolen for observation-- she wasn't so young and dumb as to fly in teeth first not knowing what she was going against, if someone was an enemy or not. The sudden surging forward of violence against one another says enough. The Pack fights together, and the Crinos grips her Mentor.
Gwen bursts into Fur and Fang and Claw and leaps into the fray as well.
[-1 Rage to shift Crinos
Action: Claws to Face (WP)]
[Gwen Sullivan] [Dex + Brawl, +2 diff called shot]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 8) [WP]
[Gwen Sullivan] [Damage Str + 2 suxx + 2 called shot (A)]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Consumption] (Soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 6, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Burnout] [r1 bite group 2]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Burnout] [dmg+6]
Dice Rolled:[ 18 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Consumption] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Burnout] [r2 group 2 other dude]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 5)
[Burnout] [dmg+4]
Dice Rolled:[ 16 d10 ] 2, 2, 5, 5, 6, 6, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 12 at target 6)
[Fire Claws] (Escape grapple. Str+ Brawl) (*FLASHES KAHSEENO)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Killswitch] [R: Bite group 3]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 5, 5, 5, 6, 7, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 8 at target 5)
[Killswitch] [dam: +7]
Dice Rolled:[ 18 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Consumption] (Soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Consumption] (Snaps: Rage 1 - Bite F~C. -2 Diff for Partial Immobile. Dex 4 + Brawl 2)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 4 at target 3)
[Consumption] (Str 8 + 1 Bite + 3 Sux)
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Fire Claws] (Soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 4, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Consumption] (Change Rage 2: Claw Gwen. Dex 4 + Brawl 2. Diff 6 + 2, for altered Target and changed action)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 4, 7, 10 (Failure at target 8)
[Consumption] (Feeder Group 1: Bite Snaps. dex 3 + brawl 2. Diff -2 for Partial Immobile)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 6, 7 (Success x 4 at target 3)
[Consumption] (Str 3 + 4 Bite + 3 Sux)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Consumption] (Soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 3, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Consumption] (Feeder Group 3: Bite Joey. Dex 3 + Brawl 2)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[Consumption] (Bomber: Changing Rage 1 Actions.
Rage 1: Command Power "Stand, Maggots!" Charisma 3 + Leadership 4 (Commanding). Diff 4 of Feeders WP. +1 for Changing actions)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 4, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Consumption] The Fight is a clash of brutal violence:
Bodies hurtle at one another, colliding with bone crushing force and yet the call of the day seems to be misplaced blows and miscalculations. Snapping teeth and rending claws serve only to reach out and graze flesh or here there. The outstretched claws of the disease riddled creature that had confronted the military men, grazes across Hunter's shoulder, drawing blood and pressing the vile black liquids dripping off their tips into the bloodstream.
Meanwhile, the Defiance pair hurtle into the fleshy creatures that rush to close with them. A pair are summarily slaughtered under the jaws of the two, falling to pieces and gore, scattered in the parking lot and yet 2 more push forward to reach for the pair with sucking jaws, a grazing snap from the Rotagar raking an unfelt chunk from the chest and uniform of one of them.
Gwen and her Mentor continue to struggle with the giant Crinos bearing over Fire~Claws, who continues to snap and snarl beneath the oppressive weight. Another pair of the Feeder creatures, clambers atop the giant black Crinos framework, snapping teeth failing to dig into the skin of the creature as they push further down, limiting his movements.
(New Declares!)
[Gwen Sullivan] [Bite whatever flesh on Snaps available
1r. Repeat]
[Consumption] Feeder/Bomber
The small group of 2 lunge forward, seemingly intent on reaching Hunter and devouring what flesh they can get their hands on.
Whilst the two atop Snaps, rear back and continue to bite down on the massive Crinos.
* * * *
The Bomber jacket wearing Host, his orders clamouring through the air at his Charges, who are slowly being torn apart. He snarls and snaps his attention around at Joey, leveling a finger.
"Stand Down, Soldier!"
(Bomber: Initial Action - Command Power "Stand Down, Soldier"
Rage 1: Dodge
Rage 2: Dodge
Feeder Group 1: Bite Snaps
Rage 1: Bite Snaps
Feeder Group 3: Bite Hunter
Rage 1: Bite Hunter)
[Killswitch] [1a:
1b:
1c:
1d: Bites on Group 3, switching to 1 if it goes down, +WP on final bite]
[Consumption] Snaps
There's a grunt and a series of Snarls, the erupting force of anger a bulge of Rage and shimmying motion.
(Split Action: 1a) Shed.
1b) Claw Gwen. WP
Rage 1: Claw F~C)
[Fire Claws] (-1R for extra turn.
1a. Escape the grapple of doom
1b. Escape some more. (Will change to dodge Snap at +1 diff if escaped in 1a
1R. Claw snap's eyes)
[Burnout] [1a
1b
1c
r1
r2 - bite group 3, moving to group 1 when ze dead]
[Burnout] [1a -3 bite group 3]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 5) Re-rolls: 2
[Burnout] [dmg+6 fire ze missiles]
Dice Rolled:[ 18 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Consumption] (Soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Burnout] [1b -4]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Burnout] [dmg+5 NO REALLY FIRE ZE MISSILES]
Dice Rolled:[ 17 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 5, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Consumption] (Soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 4, 4, 5 (Botch x 2 at target 6)
[Fire Claws] (Escape. Str+Brawl. 2 Sux needed)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Killswitch] [1a: Bite group 1: -4]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 5)
[Killswitch] [dam: +0]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Consumption] (Soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 3 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Killswitch] [1b: -5]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 4, 9 (Success x 1 at target 5)
[Killswitch] [dam: +0]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Consumption] (Soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Consumption] (Snaps first split: Shed. Dex 4 + Primal Urge 3. - 2 for split. Diff 7)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 6, 8 (Failure at target 7)
[Consumption] (Second split: Claw Gwen. Dex 4 + brawl 2 - 3 dice. WP)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 4, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]
[Consumption] (Str 8 + 1 Claw + 1 Sux + 1 Toxic C.)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 5, 6, 6, 8, 8, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Gwen Sullivan] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Consumption] (Bomber: Initial Action: Command Power "Stand Down, Soldier" On Joey. Charisma 3 + Leadership 4 (Commanding). Diff 5 Joey's current WP)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 7, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Consumption] (Feeder Group 1: Bite Snaps!)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 9 (Failure at target 5)
[Gwen Sullivan] [Bite: Dex + Brawl]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 7, 8 (Success x 4 at target 3)
[Gwen Sullivan] [Damage: Str + 3 + 1bite (A)]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Consumption] (Soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 5, 6, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Burnout] [1c bite 1's -5]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 6, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Burnout] [dmg+3]
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 6, 8, 9, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Consumption] (Soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 6, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Burnout] [R1 bite that group 1 snitch]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 10 at target 5) Re-rolls: 3
[Burnout] [dmg+9]
Dice Rolled:[ 21 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 9 at target 6)
[Consumption] (Soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 5, 5, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Burnout] [r2 bite snaps +1 dif]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Burnout] [dmg+1]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Consumption] (Soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 5, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Fire Claws] (Eye claw. Called shot)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Fire Claws] (damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Consumption] (soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 5, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Consumption] (Rage Action: Changing to Claw Hunter. Greater Threat! +1 Diff)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 5, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 7)
[Consumption] (Str 8 + 1 Claw + 1 Toxic. C)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Burnout] [soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 6, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Consumption] (Bomber: Changing Rage action 1: Command Power "Stand Down, Soldier" On Hunter!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Gwen Sullivan] [Bite]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 5)
[Consumption] (Bomber: Changing Rage 2 (Last rage): Command Power "SDS!" on Fire~Claws!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 9, 9 (Success x 1 at target 4)
[Gwen Sullivan] [Damage: Str + 1bite (A)]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Consumption] (Soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Consumption] The Battle suddenly reaches a pitch both precarious and haunting:
The gaians mop up the remnants of the Feeder population who are torn asunder by the quick movements and efforts of the Defiance pack, while the Forseti and his small charge of a Cub keep the bestially strong Spiral distracted and at bay. Soon enough, Hunter lunges inward with a grunt, sweeping the Feeders off the Spiral's back only to lay open the diseased flesh with a chomp of teeth and jaws. The Spiral returns with a clumsy swing of it's own...
-And suddenly Joey, hunkering down in her Alpha's wake, collapses to the ground under the power of a command.
Hunter falls not a moment later, the Ahroun's rage turned impotent under the force of will.
And not soon after that Fire~Claws collapses with a slight skid of motion, as his quick lunge is interrupted.
The Three Garou of Rank are paralyzed and helpless, will and muscles working to regain some semblance of control.
Even as the Spiral rears and snarls loudly, powerfully...
The Bomber Jacket wearing fellow, a ludicrous, madly joyful grin on his face, pales and loses the moment of happiness, already pulling at the SUV door. Intent on escape...
(New Inits!)
[Consumption] (Snaps: 7 +...)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1
[Killswitch] [+9]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7
[Fire Claws] (9+)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1
[Burnout] [+10]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3
[Gwen Sullivan] [+6]
[Gwen Sullivan]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3
[Consumption] (Killswitch
Burnout
Fire~Claws
Gwen
Snaps
Declare in reverse. All those paralyzed, require 1 full action to make WP roll.)
[Consumption] (Bomber: 9 +...)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5
[Consumption] (Killswitch
Bomber
Hunter
F~C
Gwen
Snaps.)
[Consumption] Snaps
A Furious snarl erupts from the jaws of the monster, who turns his attention toward the defiant Fomori for a brief instant, clapping jaws uttering a feral
"Coward!"
Before turning finally toward Gwen, claws out and blood running in thick rivers down his back.
(Initial Action: Claw Gwen.
Rage 1: Claw Gwen)
[Gwen Sullivan] [1R: Snapshift Hispo
1a. Bite for Throat [WP]
1b. Bite again]
[Fire Claws] (Burn WP to roll WP.
1R to bite Snaps)
[Burnout] [reflexive: -1G inspiration
1 - breakin' ze para]
[Consumption] Bomber
(Initial Action: Climb into Car. Start Car)
[Killswitch] [1: Resist!
R: Held]
[Burnout] [resistin]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 7)
[Fire Claws] (WP roll to resist)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 9 (Success x 1 at target 7)
[Gwen Sullivan] [Bite 1: Dex + Brawl, -2 split, +2 diff called shot]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 7) [WP]
[Gwen Sullivan] [Damage: Str + 3 suxx + 1 bite + 1 hispo + 2 called shot (A)]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 3, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 9, 9, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 9 at target 6)
[Consumption] (Soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 5, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Killswitch] [RESIST]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 9, 10 (Failure at target 7)
[Killswitch] [RESIIIIST]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 7 (Failure at target 7)
[Fire Claws] (Rage Action. Run over to car)
[Fire Claws] Claw side of SUV)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 6, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Fire Claws] (damamge)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 5, 6, 6, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Consumption] The Battle reaches it's pitch:
The small cub looking for a place in the Nation is faced off with the bleeding and stuck spiral, who turns on her with a snarl of fury. No sooner has his head dipped down to open jaws at her, then the spry little Crinos ducks beneath those jaws and claws her own at the Spiral's throat. A gush of blood falls over her chest and jaws as the head snaps clean and cartwheels back and across the parking lot with a clatter and a wet thump.
The body, remaining as is, topples forward and to one side, even as the SUV in the parking lot revs hard under the pounding foot of the Bomber jacket fellow in the driver's seat. He has time to pull forward and outward in a broad circle, fully intending to run down the fence on his way to Freedom.
The Forseti is up and across the distance in a flash of anger, a blinding hot seething in his stomach as the Cowardly creature attempts to flee. Claws rake out and the car shrieks in protest as several long gouges rip through it's side paneling before clipping the rear tire, which explodes and sends the Car pinwheeling awkwardly into the Fence and over. It tears down the street on a shrieking metal rim, no doubt driven by adrenaline and desperation.
It would be found only a few blocks distant, abandoned...
...But for now, a Metis' body and the remains were left behind. Despite the night's haul, duty left behind was failure.
[Fire Claws] The fight was brutal, it was intense. It pit the group not only against the wyrm, but the weaver as well. It was a battle that was worth the few moments of time that claimed the soldiers as well as the large rage bitten garou fallen from grace. And in the end, it was not the ahroun so filled with rage it would make many a fernis envious even if h did most of the killing. . Nor was it the seasoned no-moon who claimed the kill shot, or the feral born forseti. No all three were left limb on the ground as the young teenage cub slew the beast. Not just slew the beast.
But clear bit the head right from his body, seperating the two.
And as the SUV pulls out and peels down the street, Fire Claws gets one last crack at it before it is away. Anger seething in his eyes as he watches the coward flee. But his will only keeps him from tracking it down, keeps him from running after it like he would in the rural areas. Turning to look over at the pair of Defiance still left pinned to the floor, limb. And his ward, no doubt giddy with excitement of the kill. It would be a slow change for him back to his human form. Not wasting what was left of his fire. Walking over to the corpses littered around the ground. They would have to be cleansed and cleared away. But the head.
He picks it up and holds it out to Gwen. Holding it for her to take when she shifts back to homid. His own dedicated clothes still all intact. His voice guteral and butchered. But she could understand it.
"Ya's.Ya earne' it. But aye betta not see it on da wyrmpol'."
When she takes the head from his hands, a quick snap of the wrist and he slaps her upside the back of the head.
"If ya eva' hesitate 'gen I will gut ya mysef. Undastood?"
[Gwen Sullivan] One thing you learned about battles in a hurry was how much of a hurry they were in to be over. Bodies fell like flies in a cloud of Raid, blood was so thick in the air that Gwen was pretty sure it could make the barometer change readings. The soldiers with the odd looking mouths lined with too-sharp teeth were decimated before they had a chance to register much of anything, the man against the car that physically remained unchanged barked orders that were only a dull echo behind the roar of blood and Rage in Gwen's ears.
But then her allies were dropping for reasons unknown-- no claws put them down, no teeth, no wounds. They hugged the ground and seethed and lashed with spirits and luna-given strength alike. The commander, corporal, whatever he was, got into his car with a startlingly typical evil-villain laugh and grin, and the Spiral, smelling of stinking sweet fruit with blood running down his back like he was blasted with it from a showerhead, bore down upon her.
Her reaction was one part training and two parts gut instinct: she got low, then rocketed up and forward, shifting with a flex of Rage into something with more power to the tooth. His throat jammed all the way to the back of her mouth, her jaws snapped closed, and his head went rolling. She hit the ground on all fours, a tawny-and-white beast stained red, and licked at her nose while looking after Fire Claws, watching him tear the tire off the vehicle, watching the SUV tear away in a shower of sparks from driving on its rim.
She watches to see if he gives chase. In finding that he doesn't, not immediately, her attention turns to Hunter and Joey to make sure they're coming back to mobility alright. She doesn't appear giddy, not just yet at least. The gravity of what she just accomplished had yet to sink in, the readiness of the fight had yet to leave her.
All seems well, though. She shifts down to Glabro, left in the (recently) dedicated jeans and hoodie, pulling the tattered remains of the T-shirt out from underneath the sweater, when Fire Claws gathers up the monstrous Metis-Spiral head and offers it to her. She looks surprised, mutely so, and stretches out her arms to take it. To hold it in homid may prove too much weight for her, and even in Glabro she requires both arms. The slap to the back of the head doesn't earn much of a flinch, just a quick snap of her eyes, more yellow in this form than the gray-green they typically are, back to his face again.
"Understood," is the simple, gravel-and-limestone growl that she answers him with.
From there? Duty. They'd have to at least hide the corpse before they tracked the Commander.
[Burnout] Almost all, but not quite. The dancer had failed to fall to his mighty jaws and despite the fact that it was left wounded and near gone, he still put the cub at risk, they all did when they succumbed to the paralysis. She was left alone, against a dancer - albeit a seriously injured one - and could have easily died.
She didn't, she took its head off.
Luck, Hunter knows it more than anybody here except his Beta who has Raged back more times than he. Luck was on her side in a fight that she should never have been in. Hunter is thankful, he is disappointed and bristling with frustrated anger, but he is thankful. It isn't long before he pushes to his feet, but Joey is still down and the huge chocolate brown dire wolf, surprisingly clean of blood considering the damage done, lumbers over and lies down next to her, rests his muzzle on her until she snaps out of it.
Then there is clean up, then there is the work which Joey and Hunter have done a thousand times before. It is best in Crinos, Hunter and Joey can carry them all, piled together and tied with ropes then thrown over the Ahroun's or the Rotagar's shoulders. Gwen gets no words from the Gnawer, just a brief moment where he looks at her.
His head tips.
His eyes narrow.
His lips quirk at the corners, something of a grin.
He shakes his head and continues on his way.
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