Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Lutetia City: The Den

as written by Script

Sasha landed from her pounce, snarling and swirling around almost immediately to face Aimee again. When the teenager lunged, she was quick to react, catching Aimee's wrist with her claws to prevent her bringing the knife up, and using the superior strength of her partially shifted arms to tighten her grip with enough force to break bone, and twist, aiming to force Aimee to drop the knife.

She kept one eye on the girl's gun, ready to bat her hand aside should she try and lift it to point at her. Her slightly distorted face was twisted in a grin.

Michael rolled his eyes, "Don't play with your food, Sasha," he muttered despairingly.
 
as written by Knosis

Coughing and sputtering, Chloe was on Brendan's heels. She turned as soon as Brendan spoke, to see the subject in which he was talking about. The red-haired woman pulled out her hand gun and aimed it towards Nazia, the safety making a soft click as she shifted it to be used. She looked as though she had just about enough shit for one night.

The silver wolf rounded the corner, eyes glowing in the firelight. Taking on three werewolves alone was more than stupid-- It was suicidal.

So she did the one thing she could think of doing in this situation. She darted around the corner of the burning building, using it as cover, raised her large head and let out a very loud, very low howl. She bolted around, aiming to find help with Michael.
 
as written by Lialore

The howl set his hairs on end, it was a call for backup.

Brendan didn't lower his gun, he just stepped further out into the lot, trying to set his eyes on the silver Scion.

"They ain't gettin' away with this, not gettin' out of this in one piece" he growled. "Get ready."
 
as written by Tiko

Demond backed up slowly, keeping an eye on either side of the building while trying to bodily nudge Brendan and Chloe towards Brendan's car. They had no way to know how many Scions there were at hand, and clearing out seemed like the soundest plan at this point.
 
as written by Faithy

Well, the plan didn’t get her killed, but it didn’t work either. Gritting her teeth and clenching her jaw the moment Sasha grabbed a hold of her knife welding hand, the teenager knew without a doubt that her bones were cracking. She wasn’t buff and strong like her other packmates and her body just wasn’t built to take that kind of abuse, even if she was a werewolf. At that moment, she had a choice, try and switch hands or just drop the knife for the time being and shoot at her. As she ran through the scenarios, Aimee brought her knee up in an attempt to slam it into the gut or groin of the Scion, she wasn’t particular. At the same time, she brought her head forward in a headbutt, aiming above the woman’s mouth of sharp teeth.

“Rrr… let go, mutt!” She snarled her words out, her other hand coming across to grab the hand gripping her arm.
 
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Sasha seemed to entirely ignore the knee to her groin, though her eyes flared with anger, she didn't release her grip. She brought her free arm up to intercept the headbutt, digging her claws into the teenager's face to hold her head still.

Grinning, she continued to apply pressure to Aimee's wrist until she left the bone so fractured the hand would be useless until it healed. Aimee's grip on her forearm kept her from doing any greater damage, but the pain would still be excruciating. In the same instant, she tightened her grip on the girl's face before wrenching her hand sideways, aiming to tear a vicious line of claw marks across Aimee's entire face and throw her to the ground in the process.

In the meantime, Michael looked up on hearing Nazia's howl, finally swinging himself off his bike with a sigh, as though it were all far too much effort for him to be bothered with.

He drew an automatic pistol from a holster at his side and began to stride towards the source of the howl, using his free hand to adjust his hair. He was confident Sasha could finish up the kid and join them momentarily.
 
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From a rooftop on the far side of the street, Seri watched the Den burn. The werecat's face was grim. It had barely been a week since he first set foot amongst the Bloodstones, and now what had promised to be an ... if not welcoming home, one that was better than the gutters of the Phantom Quarter, had gone up in flames.

Below, the girl he had played darts with was being attacked by a rival werewolf. Some part of him suggested that helping might earn him a measure of gratitude within the pack if it survived the night.

The rest of him looked at that part of him as though it were crazy, slapped it across the face, and reminded it that he was rather fond of being alive, and getting between a werewolf and its prey was a grand way to not be that any more.

No, Seri was no hero. The teenager sunk backwards into the shadows to ensure that none of those below laid eyes on him, and hid.
 
as written by Knosis

Chloe grabbed after Brendan. "No. We don't know how many of them are around that corner." She said sternly. "We need to get going, and we need to go now." She paused to see if Brendan stopped his pursuit. "It is better to be alive to fight another day than to suicide when we're in the unknown."

In the meantime, Nazia rounded the corner and nearly flew into Michael. She snorted and growled at him, as if trying to tell him as best she could muster for human speech in her shape.
 
as written by Lialore

Brendan hesitated, only heeding Desmond’s bumping and Chloe’s words a few seconds after quiet had fell between them. He sharply exhaled some of his anger and nodded. They were right, they could be horribly outnumbered and outgunned for all he knew.

He fished his car keys out of his pocket and took to it fast with some metallic jangling. He opened the door and leaned across to pop the latch for Chloe since it was broken. Swinging in, he set the shotgun on his lap.

“We’re rammin’ them through if they’re on the way though.”
 
as written by Faithy

As she attempted to gain some headway with the Scion, Amiee realized that back when fighting classes were offered, she really should have taken them up on it instead of drinking and partying. The ability to keep herself in check and to show very little pain to the female was lost the minute Sasha’s claws dug into her face in the midst of the head-butt. To make matters worse, her wrist was completely fractured. The knife dropped down to the ground, her hand unable to hold it any longer about the time an ear-piercing scream slipped from her lips, the sound intensifying when the lycan clawed across her face while throwing her down to the ground.

As she hit the cement, she rolled away from the bitch and grabbed for her gun with her good hand. Unsure whether or not anyone from her pack was actually around, she knew they would have heard her screams, but also knew she couldn’t rely on them. As blood made its way down her face and onto her shirt from the gashes, Aimee flipped the safety off her weapon and took aim at Sasha, not hesitating as she unloaded the clip at the werewolf, hoping that at least some of the bullets hit her.
 
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Sasha was fast, but even the best reflexes couldn't save you from gunfire in the middle of a street with no cover. She dived to the side, but many of the shots found their mark, striking her in the torso and legs. She crashed to the ground at the end of her dive, blood pouring from the wounds. But she wasn't about to let a few bullet-holes stop her, not when the wolfmind was in control.

She rolled to her feet, growling ferally as she shut out the pain of her injuries. Her healing wasn't so fast as to be able to shrug them off fully, but equally, as they were the shots weren't fatal. Hoping to close the ground again before Aimee could reload, Sasha lunged forwards to try and drive her claws into the girl's shoulders and pin her to the ground.
 
as written by Tiko

With the dead of night to conceal its approach, Sasha would likely have only a moment to notice the rush of movement out of the corner of her eye as a large black wolf descended upon her at break-neck speeds with an outraged snarl and snapping teeth.

This wasn't the bulky wolf that had slipped out the back of the bar though. This one was far leaner, and gangly, with its legs seeming a bit too long for its body, and its fur was patchy. Four ragged scars ran down the length of its shoulder and side where no fur at all grew.

No doubt Aimee would recognize the familiar form of Jacques.
 
as written by Tiko

"Bite off more than you could chew, cheri?" Michael queried with a raised eyebrow, "No worry, the cavalry's here."

He readied his shotgun, and rounded the corner. It didn't take long for him to pick out Brendan's car and the trio attempting to make their getaway, and he immediately opened fire. The first shot plinked off of the car's front, but he kept shooting, advancing to take cover behind another closer car in case of returned fire.
 
as written by Knosis

Nazia ducked behind one of the corners. She was a sitting duck until the bullets were used up or they came close enough she could attack them.

Chloe turned at the sound of the scream. "What was that?" It was only a moment later that she had to duck because of a gun shot. She gasped, and instinct kicked in, sending her running around the car to use it as cover. "Sonava.." She growled. She waited for the next shot, then peeked over the top of the car and took a shot at Michael.
 
as written by Tiko

Given that Desmond was almost as large as a small horse and largely blocking most of Brendan's car, the odds of Michael missing him were slim at best.

The large wolf surged into action with a growl, even as the burn of bullets found their mark, one in his shoulder, another in the meat of his neck. His target? Michael.

He had heard the scream from around the building, but they couldn't go to Aimee's aid until they dealt with their own situation.

The cocky Scion would have more than returned gunfire to worry about should Desmond clear the short distance between their vehicles.
 
as written by Faithy

When some of her shots actually hit the Scion, Aimee knew those shooting lessons had paid off. However, it was also apparent that it wasn’t enough to stop Sasha from attacking her again. Since she had emptied her entire clip at the werewolf, the teen had to make a quick decision. Attempt to reload the gun with a fractured wrist or just grab the second gun and hope for the best. Dropping her weapon down beside her, she reached for the other gun and tugged it out just as the enemy started to lunge for her. Her eyes grew wide and she flipped the safety off and took aim just as another figure came from the shadows and slammed into Sasha.

“Papa…” Her voice was no more than a whisper and she said nothing further because she didn’t want to sidetrack him. While she was safe, Aimee laid the second gun in her lap and managed to put a new clip in the first gun, which went back into its holster. After wiping off blood away from her eyes, which thankfully hadn’t been injured when the claws raked her face, she took aim with the weapon that had been in her lap, while waiting for a clear shot if Sasha managed to wiggle away from her father. Relief almost flooded through her, but she knew there were still two other Scions and from the gunshots out back, the danger was far from over.
 
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Sasha caught sight of the arriving wolf mere instants before it was on her, time enough to bring her arms up to protect her neck from its jaws, fending off the bites as best she could. The impact knocked her away from Aimee with a shriek, and she scrambled in an effort to regain her feet, while lashing out at Jacques with clawed extremities in an attempt to keep him from pinning her.
 
as written by Lialore

Screams, gunshots – the sounds joined the already terrible noise of a building fire.

Brendan ducked beside the steering wheel as bullets lay into his car; and brother. He clambered out into a crouch, shotgun in hand, then scrambled to join Chloe. His eyes were squinting, then searching, they scanned the nearby buildings, inspecting the rickety pipes and outcrops.

“You wanna try up? Cross the roofs, better point, shot.”

As Desmond charged, he straightened up some, gun raised, aimed at the collision waiting to happen although he knew he would never trust himself to risk a shot.
 
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"Nazia!" Michael called his packmate's name, counting on her to intercept Desmond's charge as the massive wolf bore down on his position unhindered by his shots.
 
as written by Knosis

Nazia bolted from the shadows, fangs bared and eyes wild as she made her way to intercept Desmond for Michael. She was smaller than he was, but she hoped speed would be on her side. She snapped at Desmond's right leg, aiming to pull him down and away from Michael.

Chloe's eyes followed Brendan's and nodded. "Alright." She said, waiting a moment more before making a dash towards the buildings, using the cars as cover. The pipes weren't steady, but they held firm under her weight as she began to climb.
 
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