Into the Void

[Rod Stafford]

The fiend holding the stranger lurched suddenly, its howl was stifled and it diminished into a frothy gargling sound. Fiona's blade gleamed victoriously with silver light and crimson blood. The beast looked down, the rest of the pack now silenced, and it grasped at the sword which stood erect from its chest. Behind it, Rod stood with his trembling hands wrapped tight around Fiona's weapon, and with a grunt, he wrenched it out through the werewolf's back. It collapsed in a heap before the strangers feet.

[Nara McKenna]

Nara's eyes grew big in surprise, her rage dwindling down into a low simmer. The strange human had taken out a Spiral on his own.

A human. A human!!!

White fangs poked out in a grin of triumph at the five Spirals that had answered the call and responded with one in kind. Her eyes fell upon the two nearest, piercing their eyes straight down into their souls.

Moments later, they ran off in a cowardly yelp leaving only three ...

[Fiona Devlin]

:: Fiona glistened head to toe with black oily blood, and she flashed a perfect white grin at her companions before issuing a howl of her own ::

[Rod Stafford]

Rod saw the glee on Fiona's face, the relish of battle, and failed to reflect her enthusiasm. The fact remained that he was still trapped in an alien place with five blood-thirsty werewolves(even if one of them was on their side). Above him the falcon circled gracefully, some colour replaced the sickly palor in his face, and with renewed vigour he fell into rank with the women, brandishing Fiona's sword with curiosity and uncertainty.

"And if they howl for more?"

[Nara McKenna]

Nara snuffed the air and went down on threes. "That's a big if," she rumbled. "They're scared. Of us!"

The four remaining Spirals were backpedaling mostly, but they tried to muster some courage to march forward. The sight of them standing their with weapons drawn and facing them made their hearts quiver with uncertainty.

[Fiona Devlin]

"Run, Curs!!!! Run!!! Or Catch Your Death!!!

:: Fiona rushed forward with a deep growling kiai as she emasculated the closest Spiral, slicing him open from crotch to sternum. She had two klaives now, and she charged the rest in full attack ::

"Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaahhhh!!! "

[Rod Stafford]

The three werewolves scattered in Fiona's wake. She cornered one and the other two raced towards Nara and Rod. When Nara roared into full attack, Rod took a cautious step away from his oncoming enemy. It moved in a flurry of limbs and claws and teeth, yet it did not reach him. He had retreated so quickly he'd almost tripped over his own feet and was now pressed against a wall with the monster closing in fast.

"Attack, you fool! Attack!" cried a shrill voice overhead.

He rushed forward and lunged at the beast. In one careless swipe, its massive claws knocked the sword from his grip, and he felt a crack in his wrist. His cry for help was drowned out by the black beast's victorious howl, and he found himself driven into the floor. He heard a horrific grating sound as the beasts claws pierced his flesh and scraped against his ribs.

[Nara McKenna]

Her Klaive tasted enemy flesh once more and howled in victory, further teetering the rest of the Spirals towards wanting to flee. But the human's scream made her whine in concern.

Glancing back, she saw where he fell and the Dancer was readying to finish him off. With the eyes of a hawk and precision of Garou ancestors, the Klaive left her hand, circling through the air until it embedded itself into the back of the cursed Garou, who's heart beat one last time before the silver blade ran it through.

She bounded over to him with ears drawn back in worry. He still breathed, but was loosing blood. He needed to be taken from here and quickly.

Fiona? Her mind touched the Immortal's. We need to leave. Now! Your human friend is hurt badly. I don't have the power to cure!

[Fiona Devlin]

:: Fiona heard the scream too, and her face became pale as she saw what had happened. She rushed to Rod's side and cried out to Nara ::

"GET US OUT!!!"

[Rod Stafford]

Fiona held him. He saw her lips moving and his blood was on her hands, fiery red glistened against slick midnight black. He felt the touch of her werewolf friend and the Umbra blew away in a wash of colour like golden sand caught in a desert storm. Watching the light dance in Fiona's eyes, he lost conciousness.