Chains of Retribution Rollin' Bones Casino: A Rescue Gone Awry

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Baron's truck screeched to a hault outside the front of the Rollin' Bone Casinos, and boots were hitting the pavement before it even came to a full stop.

"Shotgun," Baron called out as he held a hand up.

Bastien tossed him a pump-action shotgun before jumping down from the bed of the truck to join the rest.

There were no words, everyone knew the plan. In and out, hard.

Baron was the first in as he smashed the glass pane on one of the locked entrance doors with the butt of his shotgun. Alarms started sounding immediately as he stepped through, broken glass crunching beneath his boots.

He raised his shotgun and unloaded a round into the security guard seated at the front desk as he stood up, and the man dropped with a gaping hole in his chest before he even got his side-arm from its holster.

Two more fell as the rest of the pack stepped through the broken window and lent their own fire support. Three bodies, and from the sounds of it more coming as the pack fanned out and kept an eye on the various entrances into the lobby. It was not a good place to be caught lingering for long. Far too open.

Bastien knelt by one of the fallen security guards before looking up. "Humans."

"Julienne?" Baron growled.

"I'm trying, I can't smell a damn thing in here," Julienne grit back.

The place reeked of the Scion pack.

"We don't have all night, shift if you have to," Baron growled as he dropped another security guard that appeared in one of the lobby entrances.

"Wait, I got it. This way," she said as she led them off at a run.

They fell back with her in an orderly fashion to avoid being shot in the back if anymore security guards entered.

The trail led them from the lobby and onto the main floor of the casino. Slot machines, roulette wheels and tables set for card games lay silent all over the room whilst the beady eyes of security cameras swept overhead. None of the pack paid them any mind - the Scions would know who had hit them regardless of whether they were on tape or not, and they sure as hell weren't going to go to the police. A bar lay at the far side of the room, a full wall of spirits reflected in the mirror that lay behind them. The floor seemed deserted to begin with, but Snow spotted movement out of the corner of his eye as he scanned the room.

"By the third row of slots," he called out, raising his weapon and firing a shot at the security guard who had ducked out from cover to fire on them. The man fell backwards with a short lived grunt of pain, red seeping into his uniform.

Their path took them towards the center of the Casino, and though Julienne had to pause a few times, uncertain which direction to take, they swiftly found themselves at the central stairwell that spiraled upwards to the upper floor. It was to the door leading down that Julienne stopped at though. She scented the air catching a whiff of what she was looking for through the cracks in the door.

"Here," she said. She tried the handle. "It's locked."

"Bastien?" Baron asked over his shoulder while keeping an eye on the way they had come.

Bastien didn't respond with words, but the oomph of exertion and the splinter of wood was answer enough. Julienne fell back now, letting Bastien and Snow take the lead. There was no telling what they would find down there.
 
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Snow took point in advancing down the staircase, his shotgun at the ready. When he reached the bottom and swept into the room, it was only a moment before he lowered it. "They're here," he called, moving towards the cage in the corner of the room.

Jesse gaped at the appearance of Snow. He had heard the gunfire upstairs, but he hadn't dared hope on the source of it, but seeing Snow here swept away the sinking dread of watching Re'Altarm die and breathed new hope into him.

"She needs to get to the hospital," Jesse told Snow.

There was an edge of urgency to his voice as he stooped to lift the unconscious woman in his arms.

Nodding wordlessly, Snow took a moment to examine the lock on the cage. It was fairly solid, likely designed to keep werewolves safely contained. Brute force was unlikely to get them far with it. "Do you know if there's anyone here who would have a key to this?" he asked Jesse.

"No idea," Jesse answered.

"Then we might have to shoot it off..." he muttered, "we don't have time to go on a scavenger hunt. Get as far away from the door as you can."

Jesse raised an eyebrow before stepping back to the far corner of the cell. He turned away, so as to shield Re'Altarm as best as able from any potential ricocheting bullets.

Stepping to the side to reduce the chances of being struck himself as much as possible, Snow held his weapon out to one side, aimed for the lock, and pulled the trigger. With a loud bang and a ping of metal on metal, the bullet struck the lock and ricocheted off it into the wall, but the lock held. Snow scowled, and after a moment's pause, fired a second time.

This time the bullet did the job. The mangled lock dropped to the ground and once more the shot hit the wall. "Let's get you out of here," he said, beckoning to Jesse even as he was moving back towards the door.

Jesse followed as best he was able, but Re'Altarn wasn't exactly light. He had to stop and adjust his hold on her as he climbed the stairs after Snow. It cost them some much needed time though, and as the group began to spill back into the main lobby, the sounds of tires screeching could be heard outside.

"What's that?" Vanessa asked.

"Trouble," Baron answered grimly. "Time's up."

"That was fast," Snow muttered with a grimace, "so much for a clean in and out."

Baron moved up beside one of the doors and glanced around the edge to try and get a look at what was going on out there before ducking back with a grimace.

"The girl won't last long without the truck," Bastien noted.

"None of us will," Baron answered. "Bastien, go back and find another exit. We're going to need another vehicle. We'll use the truck for cover and thin as many as we can. Jesse, go with Bastien."
 
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As Bastien headed off with Jesse in tow, the rest of the pack moved into place. Lowering his shotgun and drawing his pistol for its greater effective range, Snow moved forwards with the remaining pack to take cover behind the truck. Nieve took a position by the front, her rifle at the ready.

"You know this never ends well for you, right?" Baron called out to Rowan from behind the truck where he was crouched down out of immediate line of sight. He was feeding shells into his shotgun.

"You taking my property? As I remember, it never goes well for you either." Rowan motioned to Raven and the others to start spreading out as soon as they were out of Raven's van. "I'm just here to settle a score with you."

"That so?" Baron called back.

"Aim for Rowan, if he goes down the rest will break," Baron told those behind the truck with him. "On my mark."

His finger played along the trigger of his shotgun before he nodded.

"Now."

He rose to one knee, aiming his shotgun over the hood of his truck at the position he had heard Rowan speaking, and squeezed the trigger. The crack of the gun split the air, but the bullet missed its mark by half a foot as it instead blasted out a window on the van.

Julienne, Snow and Vanessa too joined Baron as they unloaded their side-arms - bullets pinging off Rowan's bike as they focused fire on his location.

Nieve ducked out from the cover of the front of the truck to lay down fire from her rifle towards him. There was little time to line up a shot lest she risk taking fire herself, but her aim was good and a spray of bullets cut a path through the air towards Rowan and his bike.
 
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Rowan was just able to duck behind the Van as Baron's shot hit the window. Raven rounded the end of the van and aimed to try to take a shot or four at Julienne. Rowan pulled his side arm out with a grin. "You're aim is still terrible." He shouted.

Yvette was far more reckless in her approach, trusting her regenerative capabilities as she cut across open lot firing round after round at those taking cover behind Baron's truck. With Rowan drawing most of their fire, she made it to the large stone fountain that dominated the front lot of the casino. She crouched down behind the stone wall, still riddling Baron's truck with bullets through the spray of water.

Simon circled in the opposite direction, his gun held down towards the ground as he ran at a crouch hoping to get around to the back of the truck while the Bloodstone pack member were weathering heavy fire.

Though the side of Baron's truck was beginning to look about as abused as a tin can on a firing range, and all the windows had been shot out, it was one of Raven's shots that found its mark.

Julienne dropped from view as the bullet struck her.

Meanwhile amid the gunfire, another car screeched into the front lot, a black sedan that drew some fire of its own. It swerved sharply as one of its tires blew out, but it safely came to a halt next to the van.

Stepping out of it was a none too happy looking Batu. He kept low as he slammed the door shut and moved behind the van which afforded a lot more cover. His driver didn't fair as well, and he lay slumped in the front seat of the car where a bullet had struck him clean in the side of the head.

"This was not the plan," the irate vampire growled.

Rowan glared at the vampire with a deadly stare. "Plans change when someone leaks information." He growled back.

Plan or not, Batu was no coward though and he was already readying his own side-arm to join the gunfight.

"I sent Damien and Lance around the back," he added. "Claire's moving into place."

As if on cue, Claire reformed on the roof top of the nearest building, panting heavily. 'Damned idiot..', she thought to herself. It had taken three mistings to get here as fast as she did. She opened her pack and pulled out one of the bags of blood she had stored that evening and began to drain it. Her eyes fluttered as the ecstasy of the werewolf blood hit her like a drug. It was rather potent, more so than the other stuff she had before. Still, she had to focus. Once empty, she tossed the empty container back in her bag and started setting up with the rifle on the roof top. While she worked, she drained a second bag.
 
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Behind Baron's truck, Julienne sat with her back to the vehicle as she hissed in pain trying get a look at the bullet wound in her shoulder. Vanessa ducked down with her, pausing only long enough to peel back the bloody shirt from Julienne's shoulder to assess the damage. From the look of it, the bullet had gone clean through with minimal damage.

"You'll live," she said.

Overhead a bullet struck the plaster of the building, causing Vanessa to instinctively duck lower before she rose back up to return her own fire at Raven.

Raven ducked back around the van as the bullet grazed her arm.

"Can you still shoot?" Baron growled over the gunfight.

"I can shoot."

"They're trying to flank us," he said. "Switch out places with Nieve. Nieve, take the fountain," he instructed.

With her rifle, she was their best bet at making that shot.

Nieve nodded wordlessly, moving over to take Julienne's position and ready her rifle. She took a deep breath before rising up to level the weapon towards Yvette and fire off a burst of three shots, two of which struck Yvette center mass, before she quickly dropped back down. "She's hit," Nieve stated simply.
 
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Damien and Lance were fast closing on their quarry as they arrived in the lobby of the Casino, and both were armed with handguns as they took up a place on either side of the doors. They exchanged a glance and a nod before they stepped out from behind cover, firing in unision.

"Look out!" Snow's yell came moments before the vampires stepped out, after picking up their scent as they approached. They were sitting ducks if the flanking attackers were allowed to hold their positions, and as the first shots were fired Snow had already broken into a run towards them. Out of the corner of his eye he saw that Nieve had followed his lead and joined him in the charge.

The vampires' shots grazed both the arctic werewolves as they closed, one striking Snow in the ribs whilst another tore straight through one of Nieve's ears. The next moment they were upon them. Snow had pulled his combat knife free of its sheathe and thrust up for under Damien's ribcage. Across from him, Nieve had her own knife out, but had gone for a full-bodied tackle on Lance to try and drive him to the floor.

Lance bared his fangs at Nieve as she took him to the ground, betraying his vampire nature before he kicked her free and rolled to a crouch. His gun had been lost in the scuffle, but he opened his coat to reveal a pair of knives that he swiftly drew. Broken glass littered the ground under their feet, and bits of it had embedded into both their flesh.

Meanwhile Snow's knife had found its target, but rather than the fresh pulse of warm blood that Snow might have anticipated, only the faintest trickle of blood leaked from the wound. Damien grinned widely, baring fangs before pulling Snow closer to slam his head forward to headbutt the werewolf in the face.

Off to the side, the commotion hadn't gone unnoticed by Julienne who had dropped back down for cover.

"They're working with fucking bloodsuckers," she snarled.

"Where the fuck is Bastien?" Baron demanded.

"I'm almost out," Vanessa said as she dropped down as well.

Julienne checked the clip in her gun with a grimace.

"Three more rounds for me," she said.
 
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Raven took a chance and started to make a run for the water fountain as well as fast as she could, firing shots towards the truck as she did to try to keep them down until she could duck behind the fountain.

Rowan also offered cover fire as he peeked over the hood of the van, taking aim and firing upon the first target he could get a lock on.

Raven made it to the water fountain and to the side of the hit girl. "Stupid, getting yourself hit like that.." She hissed. Raven pulled the clothes to the side to check her wound. Yvette was recovering quickly. "Once you're able, we're going to try to make it to the truck, you understand me?" She hissed. "They can't keep shooting like this forever."

"I'm fine," Yvette grit out.

The wounds had already healed closed as she got to her feet, keeping down this time.

Claire was set up by this point, looking through her rifle for any targets she had in scope. She waited patiently. "Batu, I can't get a visual on them. If they go into the building, I'd have to reposition again, and most likely won't be any assistance." She said quietly, calmly. "If there is any way to get the target out in the open, then I can take the shot."

"Claire doesn't have line of sight," Batu informed Rowan. "And the police are going to be crawling all over this place soon."

Rowan gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Right." Rowan said, handing Batu his second hand gun. "Cover me."

Rowan waited for a second more, then made an attempt to run for the truck. In seeing Rowan making the attempt, Raven ran as well, her gun up and ready to shoot anyone who'd appear over the truck to take a shot.
 
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Baron emptied his pocket and loaded the last two shells into his shotgun as Rowan made a move on the truck. He took a breath and rose up to try and get a shot on Rowan, but one of Batu's bullets grazed past his ear, and another stuck the hood of the truck only inches from his face as he was forced to duck back down.

In his head he was counting paces though. Four paces, three, two, one.

He stood again, this time anticipating Rowan reaching the truck, but he was far too close to fire the rifle. Instead, Baron used it to intercept the lunging werewolf as he cleared the hood of the truck. The two hit the ground at a roll before Baron shoved Rowan free and they both came to their feet as Baron brought the butt of the rifle around towards Rowan's face viciously.

Meanwhile, Simon had made his way around the back of the vehicle and unloaded several rounds into the fray before Julienne rounded on him and emptied the last of her bullets into his chest.
 
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In the lobby entrance Nieve had rolled to her feet, not wasting a second in trying to use the window of opportunity as Lance drew out his knives to rise, stepping into a vicious roundhouse kick to his face.

Damien raised on arm to intercept the kick, and as the blow struck his forearm, he drove his other hand up and in to bury the knife in her inner thigh, aiming for the femoral artery.

The blade struck true and Nieve let out a pained gasp, falling backwards as Damien shoved upwards to unbalance her. She landed hard, trying to kick out at him with her good leg to stop him pinning her. Blood had begun to pour forth from the wound in her thigh at an alarming rate, coating the floor beneath them.

Meanwhile nearby Snow reeled backwards from Lance's headbutt, quickly shaking his head to reorient himself as he took a couple of steps away.

Lance's grin didn't abate as he held his hands wide so that Snow could watch the wound reknit closed.

"Didn't bring anything bigger?" he asked.

Glowering, Snow circled around to assess his best option for another angle of attack, but the smell of spilled blood drew his attention to where Nieve and Damien were engaged. There wasn't time to play this like a duel where he could wait for the right moment. With an uncharacteristically aggressive snarl, he lunged forwards to try and drive Lance backwards into the wall with a forceful slam, grabbing for the vampire's neck with his free hand and going for the heart with his knife.
 
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Meanwhile on the nearby rooftop.

"Taking the shot."

There was a crack in the air that sounded like thunder in the distance. The shot hit the target, and a silver bullet passed through Baron's middle before he could bring the butt down on Rowan completely. Claire needed to move, and quick now. She pulled up her rifle and started towards her next spot.

"Moving to the next location, Batu."

Rowan took the opportunity as Baron was stunned to rush up and punch the man square in the jaw as hard as he possibly could.

The blow drove Baron to the ground, but he hadn't the luxury of a moment to regain his senses. The burning flesh of the wound that had been pierced through his midsection spoke of the silver that the bullet had been laced with. A snarl tore free from his throat as he rose to bodily drive Rowan back into the truck hard enough to plow them into the frame and turn it in place by several feet. The back end of the spinning truck knocked Vanessa and Julienne to the ground, but both rolled free.
 
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Meanwhile, atop an overlooking rooftop to the east of the casino lot.

Ragenard found the perfect perch overlooking the fray just in time to register his brother getting shot, but was unable to determine where the shot came from as coherent thought rapidly began to evaporate the more he scanned the scene. He could smell familiar blood, intermingled with them.

From his vantage point, he could tell Julienne was fit to fight and that his brother was not yet down for the count. A quick glance told him Snow was involved somehow, probably fine. He could smell another one too, but he faltered before he could recall his name.

His last fully coherent thought was to drop his kit on the rooftop for later access before his world turned primal and the change was upon him. Fixating on the loud clanking Baron's truck produced when his brother slammed Rowan into it, a naked and rapidly shifting mass of gore that was now Ragenard launched itself straight into the truck from a height of a few stories, immediately suffusing the air with the sounds of snarling and twisting metal as he thrashed his way through the trucks innards.

"There were two of them-Running-Don't know who they were-Not Family-Blood-Enemies--Them-Running here-It's behind-Kill." Ragenard's thoughts became a chaotic swirl of primal instinct, minimal thought, and pure fury.

A fury which expressed himself as an ebony-furred monstrosity vigorously smashing it's way out of Baron's truck in the direction of the approaching Not-Pack members. Body momentarily half-hidden by the universal motion of shit's-about-to-get-thrown, Ragenard emerged from the rubble of Baron's truck and immediately let loose a makeshift projectile in the form of the entire engine block of Baron's truck, which would now be propelled through the air at a frightening velocity in a direct line through the approaching runners and towards the vampire by the van behind them.
 
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Inside the front lobby the scuffle was looking grim for Nieve. Damien jerked his knife free of her thigh, which gave an alarming spurt of blood, but with him bent over her, she couldn't quite get her other leg up enough to shove him off her. Worse yet, her entire abdomen was exposed to him.

The second stab left the six inch blade buried to its hilt in the right side of her stomach. Using the knife to keep her in place he pulled himself up higher and discarded his other knife in favor of grabbing her by the throat.

With her firmly in hand now he jerked the knife free of her stomach, but his body weight resting on her abdomen only did further damage as it forced exposed intestine into the open wound. The scent of the freshly spilled blood hot in the air over-rode his senses though and he discarded the second knife in favor of pinning one of her wrists to limit her struggles before he tore into her throat with a feral snarl.

Nieve's breaths were short and laboured as what had started as an offensive turned into a battle for her life. The pain of her injuries was almost overwhelming, but her will was iron. She would endure. Her right hand still clutched her knife and with surprising ferocity for her state of injury she brought it up to drive it straight through the side of Damien's neck.

Nieve's blood spilled from Damien's mouth as the knife pierced his throat and rendered him unable to feed. The pain of the wound failed to penetrate the ecstasy of the fresh werewolf blood that filled his veins, but a sense of awareness as to what had transpired pierced the blood frenzy that gripped him.

In its place came anger. He grabbed her wrist on reflex, to try and prevent her from doing further damage, but with the blade stabbed clean through his throat he couldn't sit up.

His free hand found the open wound in her stomach as he forced it inside of her to grab a fistfull of intestine. He bore his weight down on her, savoring the knowledge that she could feel his hand buried up to the wrist in her guts. He wanted to hear her scream before he ripped them from her.

But there was no scream. Nieve's eyes widened as pain tore through her, and blood spilled out from her mouth, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of breaking her. She tried in vain to pull on her knife, but Damien's grip was solid. In the final moments before he ripped his hand back, her lips curled in a snarl. "Zhalkiya sichtek," she spat at him defiantly.

Damien snarled in anger at the dying woman's insolence, but he would have to take what satisfaction he could from the color draining from her face, and the anguished cry of her packmate as he tore her entrails free from the gaping wound.

His other hand ripped her knife free from his neck and he dangled her intestines in front of her before dropping them onto her stomach and standing up.

A last gasp escaped Nieve's lips, and her hand fell limply from the hilt of her knife. Her vision blurred as she lay there unable to move, blood continuing to pool beneath her. The wound was undoubtedly fatal, but it would be an agonisingly slow death. Her consciousness threatened to leave her, but something in her was still fighting, refusing to accept the end. And so she lay with her eyes open and staring at the lobby ceiling, her fingers occasionally twitching, but otherwise motionless.
 
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Lance's back hit the corner of the building next to one of the glass doors but he made no move to evade the knife that Snow burried into his chest. It drew a pained grunt from him as he closed his fingers around Snow's other wrist, and his lips were stained with blood as he continued to grin like some madman.

"Oooh, it hurts mommy," he said.

He tightened his grip on Snow's wrist, tighter and tighter as he aimed to slowly crush the bones. He was toying with Snow, playing at who would endure and who would try to break away.

He had seen Snow's glance towards Nieve, and he could smell her blood on the air as surely as Snow could. His time predicament gave Lance some measure of sadistic enjoyment.

"Your packmate isn't going to last much -"

He was interrupted as Snow brought his fist up to slam into his face, driving his skull back against the corner of the wall. The werewolf's eyes glinted with amber and yellow as his anger rose, but he contained it. As Lance brought his own knife to bear on him, he brought his arm up to block the swing. He could tell from the pain in his wrist that the bone had fractured, but he ignored it. It would heal quickly enough.

With a snarl, he used his grip on the vampire's throat to lift him from his feet, before turning to slam him down into the ground.

Lance hit the ground hard, both hands on Snow's wrist now. The impact had dazed him, but he only let out a rough chuckle.

"Time's up."

He even released Snow's wrist in a show of intending to let him go try to assist Nieve.

Snow's eyes darted to the side in time to see Damien drive his hand into Nieve's stomach. "No!" he yelled, voice cutting through the clamour of battle as he released his grip on Lance and ran for the lobby.

Lance was waiting for it though, and he scissored his legs to trip Snow up before trying to roll on top of him were he could get an arm around his neck.

Snow snarled as he fell, throwing his weight to the side to land facing his attacker. He caught Lance's arm with one hand to protect his neck, before his other hand shot up to regain its vice-like grip on the vampire's neck. Using the momentum of Lance's roll, he heaved him to one side to place himself on top, slamming Lance's head into the ground.

For the briefest instant his eyes met the vampire's, and behind them the fury of the wolf in him burned. He didn't hesitate, tearing his hand to the side to rip Lance's throat out from where he lay in a spray of blood.

Lance had only a moments thought of oh shit as he realized the game had changed before Snow had torn his throat open. The blood that spilled forth was almost black as it coated Snow's hands, but the vampire was alive yet. He grabbed Snow's wrists, trying to push the werewolf off him, and what Snow saw in his eyes was fear.

Mercy and restraint were concepts that had abandoned Snow by this point, and he did not relent. With sheer brute force he drove his hand down despite Lance's grip, shoving it into the gored mess of his neck and closing it around his spine. Without flinching, he wrenched it back, tearing the vampire's head clean from his body.The black blood splattered across his face.

"Batu won't be too happy about that," Damien chuckled from where he stood a few feet in front of Snow, holding Nieve's knife in hand.

Snow pushed himself back to his feet before turning his eyes on Damien. His eyes flicked from the knife in his hand to Nieve's prone form behind him, and his face contorted in a snarl. He had no words for the vampire before launching himself forwards, driving his hand towards Damien's face.

As Snow closed on Damien though, the vampire turned to mist and swiftly reformed behind Snow with one arm snaring him around the neck while he drove the knife towards Snow's chest with his other hand.

The werewolf caught Damien's wrist before the knife reached him, bringing his other hand up to grip the arm around his neck before ducking forwards in an attempt to hurl the vampire over his head. In doing so, he used the twisting of Damien's arm to try and force him to drop the weapon.

Damien rolled over, coming back to his feet with the knife still in hand but his wrist was still in Snow's grip. Snow would have a hard time maintaining the hold though with the hand and forearm slick with Nieve's blood. Damien dropped the knife before he fluidly twisted his wrist to slip his hand free by reversing the hold. With an iron grip on Snow's own wrist now, Damien drove his other fist forward towards Snow's face. With Nieve's blood still hot in his veins, he had both speed and strength working for him.

Snow took the hit, rolling with it to minimise the damage, but it failed to slow him. His own free hand he curled into a fist to strike out at Damien's neck, aiming to crush his windpipe with the force of it.

Damien caught the punch mid swing and Snow would find his own immense strength matched equally by that of the vampire who might as well have been on steroids for all the good Nieve's blood had done for him.

He brought his foot up to kick Snow in the mid-section, releasing his hold simultaneously in an attempt to send Snow back into the broken door and onto the broken glass at his back.

The kick forced Snow backwards through the door, threatening to topple him, but he managed to retain his balance. Fighting through the winding, he held his ground, breathing heavily. He needed an opening. Just charging in again wouldn't get him any further, much as the wolf demanded it. No, not just the wolf. Both sides of him warred against his conscious mind in a desire to simply throw himself at the vampire until one of them was dead on the floor. He didn't relent to the urge, though. He was no good to anyone dead.

Some part of his mind was peripherally aware of Ragenard's arrival, and Baron being injured, but he had no time to think on them. If he wanted to live through this, he couldn't afford to be distracted.
 
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As Regenard came crashing down onto Baron's truck, Julienne scooted her way back from it lest she wind up crushed in the wake of the rampaging werewolf's antics.

"Fucking hell, what you took you so fucking long!" she shouted at him.

True to form, she was more mad that he had taken so long getting here, than that he had nearly crushed half the pack with his free-fall entrance into the fray.

Several bullets fired by Batu kept her and Vanessa pinned down behind the cover of the truck, but as Simon started dragging himself back to his hands and knees, Julienne moved on him, leaving the cover of the truck as she kicked him in the side of the head.

As he fell, she stomped down for his head again, but he caught her foot this time and pushed her off balance. Again he managed to barely right himself before she drove her foot into his ribs to try and keep him down.

A gunshot wizzed past her ear, embedding itself in the plaster of the wall causing her to duck instinctively, and Simon took the opening to take her off her feet. As he rolled over top of her, he used his larger size to try and simply overpower her. His fingers closed around her throat as he squeezed.

Vanessa fired two rounds into his back, but he scarcely flinched.

Julienne's hand grasped around on the ground for where her own gun had fallen. As her closed her fingers around it once more she slammed it into the side of Simon's head with every ounce of strength she could muster.

It did the trick as he was knocked to the side.

Gasping for air Julienne made it to her hands and knees, gesturing vaguely behind Vanessa.

"Help Baron," she growled.

This time as Simon shook his head and tried to rise, Julienne threw herself onto his back, a switch blade flashing in her hand as she drove it into the side of his neck. He twisted to slam her back against the wall as he let out an outraged cry of pain, but she didn't relent, stabbing it in over and over again until he fell forward onto his hands and knees. And still she drove it in, blood splattering her hands and face until Simon lay twitching on the ground beneath her.

Meanwhile off to the side, it was fast apparent to Vanessa that Baron was in trouble. The last of her rounds were spent though. The only thing she still had going for her was her ability to shift on the fly, and she wasted no time in pulling her jacket and shirt over her head to lessen the entanglment of clothes as she fell to the ground, fur sprouting along her flesh. A moment of flailing had the large red-furred wolf free of the remains of tattered clothing before it made a beeline for Rowan.
 
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Rowan was slammed, hard into the side of Baron's struck with such a force that it would have killed a normal human. Instead, he would walk away with bruises and the wind knocked out of him slightly.

He was reaching for the knife strapped to his belt when a loud and heavy 'thunk' shook the truck behind him. He looked up briefly to find Ragenard ripping the inners of the already damaged truck out. There wasn't any time to lose. Rowan grabbed his blade then and attempted to sink it between Baron's ribs.

Baron hadn't time enough to even comprehend where the fuck Ragenard had come from when the knife found its mark. He grunted loudly as it slipped between his ribs, and he grabbed Rowan's hand to keep him from twisting it and causing more damage while bringing his head forward to smash into Rowan's face.

Claire was hopping to one building over and started setting up again. "I'm setting up, Batu.." She informed.

Baron's head smashed into Rowan's with a solid crunch, dazing the man. Blood began to flow from the man's nostrils and stars lit up his world for a moment as Baron used the opportunity to wrench Rowan's hand - and subsequently the knife - from his side.

Given the opportunity, Rowan twisted himself to the side slight as Baron tried to headbutt him again. Taking his free arm, he grabbed Baron's shoulder and swung his knee up hard in the attempts to hit tender spots.

Baron's injuries were slowing him down, and the tendrils of smoke coiling from the wound in his side spoke of the silver nature of that knife. When Rowan's knee hit him in the stomach, he was doubled over by the explosion of pain that came with the forceful impact that connected with the gunshot wound. Something feral ripped through him though and his eyes lit up with an amber hue as he spun and threw Rowan to the pavement with a snarl.

Rowan toppled to the ground, rolling. His blue eyes were glowing bright as the wolf responded in kind. He pushed himself up and glared at Baron, wiping away the blood that had collected on his upper lip.

"Beginning to slow down, Baron.." He commented.

Crack

Another thunder-like sound echoed in the distance, a bit further this time as soon as Baron started to move forward. Blood splattered from the back of the man's right knee where the next silver bullet hit him.

She stayed her position though. She did not have many more mistings left, and to escape she needed to have at least one in her reserve. She opened the rifle again and loaded another bullet.

Baron went down on one knee hard as the bullet blew his knee out, and his vision swam with primal fury. The man was in pain, but the wolf was just mad. It wanted out and it threatened to tear its way free, but shapeshifting now would be a death sentence.

He pulled his switchblade from his pocket and flipped it open before bracing his hand against the pavement to steady himself. His feral eyes stared down Rowan who would know well that even now approaching Baron would be like tangling with a wounded animal.

"Oh Baron, Baron, Baron.." Rowan 'tch'd' like a mother scolding a child. "Have you not learned your place yet?" Rowan began to walk towards Baron, wiping the blood away from his chin.

Another crack sounded in the distance, from the same area as before. The bullet pierced through Baron's flesh once again, hitting the right shoulder. This one was not a clean shot, and the bullet remain lodged in his shoulder.

The bullet crumpled Baron's arm under him and he wound up splayed on his back as he fell to the side, blood running freely from his many wounds that were showing no sign of healing. His fingers grasped around at his side for the knife while the silver bullet fragments lodged in his shoulder left him all but blinded by pain.

Rowan didn't waste time after he watched his foe fall with the bullet taking out his shoulder. He walked towards Baron, kicking the blade away from Baron. He stood above him, putting his knee into Baron's hurt shoulder, pressing weight into it. He wanted to hear him scream, beg, anything. All he got was a pained growl though grit teeth as Baron's good hand tried to find purchase on Rowan's knee to relieve the pressure.

Rowan put the knife to his throat. "Time to put the dog out of his misery.. Until the next life." He whispered, almost passionately. He pressed the knife into Baron's skin, grinning as the smoke rose from his sizzling flesh.

He was so focused on his victory over Baron though that he never saw the rippling mass of red fur until Vanessa hit him, her jaws clamping closed around his elbow with a vice grip meant to crush bone as she gave her head a savage shake.

Rowan's arm jerked as Vanessa grabbed his elbow, driving the blade down into Baron's throat some before it pulled away. The impact from the red wolf was enough to pull him away from Baron. "Stupid bitch!" He shouted at Vanessa. He swung with his free arm, aiming for her throat to try to knock her off.
 
as written by Knosis, Tiko, and Dashmiel

Raven's jaw had dropped slightly at the sight of Ragenard. "Shit." She said, ducking to the right as quickly as she could to avoid getting an engine block to the face. She tucked and rolled, raising her gun and aiming at Ragenard, firing twice to try to hit the raging monster. "Oi, its been a long fuckin' time!" She shouted, trying to gain his attention to get him away from Rowan.

Yvette's own eyes went wide as she dove to the left, splitting off from Raven in their moment of reflexive get the fuck out of the way.

Batu on the other hand, had fewer options as the engine smashed into the van and he momentarily disappeared under the front of the vehicle as it threw him to the ground.

Yvette was as quick on her feet as Raven though, and as she came to her feet she was twisting to fire into Ragenard, aiming to unload as many bullets as possible to try and slow the raging beast down.

Ragenard’s eyes didn’t stray from the Vampire’s location as he began to idly jog in the direction of his throw almost as soon as it had left his hands. His attention on the vampire was briefly disturbed by a burning sensation coming from his left forearm and one of his toes, as some of bullets fired off by Yvette and Raven found their marks.

Ragenard halted his advance momentarily as he moved his eyes away from the rolling van, and shifted to regard Raven with a look of recognition. Recognition and pure hatred. Ripping off a chunk of flesh off his left forearm with his right claws, Ragenard let loose a roar of rage with such ferocity that the air in front of him became misted with the blood from his ruptured throat tissues.

Boiling wounds already visibly stitching together, Ragenard bowed down momentarily before launching himself in arc clear above the two shooters, landing on the side of the van opposite from Batu. He then immediately bent down and sunk both of his hands through the van’s metal siding until his grasp found purchase on a solid part of the frame, allowing him to quickly raise the van clear off the ground for a few feet.

Ragenard then proceeded to repeatedly bring the van up and down in a hammering motion, attempting to puree anything that might remain caught underneath it for long.

Batu rolled to his side, out from under the front bumper as the van lifted up, but he hadn't time enough to get to his feet and deal with Ragenard. He opted for slowing the brute down.

Rather than aiming for center-mass, as Yvette and Raven had, Batu took advantage of his prone position to unload his own gun into Ragenard's left knee as the van came crashing back down where he had been only a moment earlier.

Raven and Yvette kept moving in on Ragenard emptying round after round into his back as they moved, slowly widening the distance between each other as they went.

Ragenard soon paused in his hammering efforts upon detachedly feeling that his leg was no longer able to support his weight. Seconds later, the pain of no longer having a knee that did not resemble swiss cheese registered and stoked the fires of Ragenard’s fury.

Shifting his weight to balance him in an awkward one legged pose, Ragenard let loose another howl of rage while shifting his grip on the van on his upswing and allowing it’s momentum to let him tumble into a monstrous ballerina pirouette, and pivoting his torso to cause the van to be redirected in a golfer’s swing towards Batu’s midsection.

An event causing most of the bones on his torso at least hairline fractures, and breaking most of his ribcage and upper vertebrae outright.

The force of the impact would then send the vampire flying out in a vicious arc through three hundred feet of air, culminating in a brand new hole in one of the upper floors of a building a block over.

His immediate target removed from his presence, Ragenard then decided he was sick of being shot at by Raven and her friend, and tenderly placed his left leg back on the ground, testing the stability of the regenerating tissues. His efforts immediately rewarded by a wave of pain, Ragenard then proceeded to turn towards the source of the shooting and plop the van between himself and the hail of bullets.

With much roaring and grunting, Ragenard would then continue on to awkwardly move back towards the remains of Baron’s truck, drawn in by the smell of the vampires there, dragging the van slowly in front of him as he awkwardly attempted to hop past Yvette and Raven.

Raven watched as the unlucky vampire was pretty much putted with a full sized van. 'Well, damn.' She thought to herself. Still, it would seem the beast had some mental constitution to him still as he dropped the van in front of him to use as a shield.

'You are a beautiful creature.. I just wanna take you apart piece by piece to see what makes you tick.' She thought, dropping her guns and pulling out two wicked looking silver blades that she held downward. She motioned to Yvette to go around the van and to attack Ragenard, as she herself panned around to the other side, waiting.

Yvette circled around the back of the van as Raven signaled her. Once Ragenard was in sight once more, she began pumping several more rounds into his torso with grim determination as she tried to draw his attention.

Raven didn't wait. As soon as Yvette rounded the van aiming towards the raging beast, Raven ran in to make her move. She hoped she gambled correctly. If Yvette could gain his attention, even for a split second before Raven, she would pull this off. She heaved herself up into the air, using the van as part of her leverage to do so, twisting back down to aim to land on the back of Ragenard. Blades were set to dig into the flesh of the beast, hoping she could use them to hold on to the beast to do damage to him over time.

Meanwhile, a rifle shot cracked through the night from atop one of the buildings across the street.

Ragenard’s attention was momentarily removed from his slow march toward the other vampires by the actions of Yvette and Raven, the former who managed to distract him for a split second when one of her bullets went through his right cheek whilst he was mid roar, and the latter who completely confused Ragenard by suddenly embedding two wicked and painful blades in between his own shoulder blades, and who was in the process of trying to work them in deeper.

A process Ragenard sought to immediately discourage by turning his Raven laden back towards Yvette, and launching himself backwards towards her, left knee no longer any worse for wear.

There wasn't much Raven could do except hang on, or let go, and the latter was most likely going to be instant death for her. "You are my sunshine..~" She whispered quietly in a sing-song voice. She pulled the blade out with her dominate arm, pulling herself upwards slightly with the other arm in order to try to stab the other a bit higher.

Yvette dove to her left as Ragenard and Raven both came her way, and she kept her gun trained on Ragenard as she rolled back to her feet, but with Raven latched onto his back, she didn't feel confident that she wouldn't hit her own pack-mate.

Another rifle shot rang in the air.

The increasing amount of loud shots in the air were beginning to thin the fog of Ragenard’s initial frenzy at realizing vampires were involved in the werewolves' skirmish, and while his anger was no less diminished, a measure of coherent thought was beginning to take hold.

Deciding that he was quite tired of being climbed without so much as dinner, Ragenard buckled his upper right side once violently, while simultaneously reaching to place one of Raven’s legs in a vice grip with his left snaking beneath his back, and forcefully grasping the blade of the knife still embedded on his right side with his right arm flexed over his right shoulder.

Finding his actions rewarding him with the pain of his right palm being cut open and his left palm feeling squishy flesh beneath it, Ragenard then proceeded to forcefully yank the blade from his back whilst pulling Raven by both of her quickly mangled legs off his back, in a motion ending with his arms being outstretched in a ‘T’ pose with a dangling Raven on his left, and her dagger on his right.

Without wasting a beat, Ragenard would then proceed to viciously smash Raven’s body against the ground in a whip-cracking motion with enough force to cause parts of her skull to pulverize, not to mention the effects upon the contents within said skull.

Ragenard would then follow the handful of seconds spend tenderizing Raven with flipping her still body casually in the air, catching it once more around the neck with his left hand, and driving Raven’s dagger through the center of her skull, before forcefully sinking his now empty right paw with practiced ease through her rib cage and ripping out her still faintly beating heart.

Locking eyes with Yvette, Ragenard let out another vicious roar before tossing the remains of her packmate at her with the exception of Raven’s heart, which he swallowed promptly and without ceremony.

The raw carnage of Ragenard's actions was the breaking point for Yvette. She stared on in stunned horror even as a splash of fresh blood struck her face with the impact of Raven's mangled body with the pavement.

A moment of hesitation left her hands shaking as she stared back at Ragenard before she just dropped her gun and turned tail to run.
 
as written by Tiko

Vanessa didn't relinquish her iron grip as she savaged Rowan's arm, dragging him away from Baron even as she was struck. When she did release her bite, it was to lunge upwards and take him to the ground, jaws snapping for his face.

Julienne reached Baron's side as he managed to roll over and drag himself to his knees, but one hand was pressed to his throat as blood ran heavy between his fingers to drip on the pavement. She pressed her own hand to his chest to help hold him upright, but his knee wouldn't respond to try and get to his feet.

Eyes wild with panic she threw her gaze around for help.

"Ragenard!"

The voice that pierced the air wasn't the sharp tongue that Ragenard had come to associate with Julienne. No, this word was laced with fear and panic.
 
as written by Tiko and Knosis

Rowan's snarl rang with hatred towards the red wolf. As she had pulled away, he switched his knife to his left hand, used his right hand to block her attack for his face and plunged the knife into the wolf's side in the attempts to get her off.

Fangs savaged the flesh of Rowan's forearm, and the knife sinking into her side only urged her onward as she gave his arm such a violent shake as to risk dislocating it. Thrice more the knife found its mark before she was driven back enough for him to shove her off him.

With claws scrabbling against concrete and a smear of blood, Vanessa dragged herself away from Rowan with a low whine.
 
as written by Script

As Damien stalked forwards towards him, Snow weighed up his options. The vampire was disarmed, but by no means did that make him not a threat. Having freshly fed, he was a match for Snow in strength and speed both. He found himself wishing he hadn't dropped his knife while taking out the other one. Again, he hadn't the time for his favoured strategy of patience. It was do or die.

Or both, if things went badly.

Taking a deep breath, Snow charged forwards into a feinted left hook towards Damien's face, with the aim of instead leading into a solid right-handed punch to the gut.

Behind him he heard Julienne's scream, but having already committed to re-engaging the vampire, he couldn't turn his attention back her way. He could only hope that Ragenard would be able to help her.
 
as written by Dashmiel

Ragenard was about to give in to his primal hunter instincts once again and chase after Yvette when his world suddenly turned cold. There was no anger, no fury. No instincts screaming at him to consume and destroy. Just an echoing void with the most unlikely of words echoing through it.

"RAGENARD!".


He had been in countless bloody skirmishes in his life. Faced monsters of many stripes head on. Horrors and struggles of stygian depths. And yet, none of that had ever left him feeling like this, as if his world had been turned upside down. He knew that voice, and it's alien quality now told him more to terrify him than a life time of monster tales.

Completely disregarding everything around him, his whole world turned into a mad dash towards where Julienne cradled the perforated form of his brother, whose heart beat Ragenard wished he could tune out the closer he neared, and which he could hear even over the sounds of abused metal as he tore his way through the remains of Baron's truck and came upon where Rowan and Vanessa had been clashing.

Heedless and unworried of any threat Rowan might pose to him, Ragenard made it a point to unleash a savage bark unmistakeable to any werewolf as the universal cry of "Back the fuck off at the cost of your life" as he ran past Rowan, the bulk of his frame shielding Vanessa as he turned his head towards Julienne and Baron's form and took a few paces until his bulk literally towered over them.

In a touching display that he would kill anyone for pointing out, Ragenard positioned himself with his arms outstretched over Julienne and Baron, forming a partial tent of furry monster over them.

Unable to think of what the fuck to do right now that didn't involved killing something, Ragenard settled for lightly nuzzling the top of Julienne's head while trying his best to keep his senses attuned to how Snow was doing nearby, and whatever stupid move Rowan would pull off next.
 
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