The Black Dragon - Black Dragon R4 - Unruly Neighbors

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Description: Having thrown in her lot with the self-proclaimed guardian of Southtown, the Demon Queen returns the favor shown to her by the Dragon after being allowed to walk freely from the heart of her domain by joining in the assault on the power plant. Though it seems that the NOL will be very unlikely to accept the aid of a pair of Dark Stalkers, that doesn't keep the duo from running interference against the remaining horde that has taken up position on the rooftops, ready to descend on anyone foolish enough to approach.

The plan was fairly simple, as such things go.

Now free to move their troops about without the threat of civilians being overrun by rampaging monsters or marauding bandits, the NOL had announced a full scale assault on a large power plant nestled up against the Southtown harbor. Apparently, the Dragon has taken control of the facility and is using it to power the incredible shield that currently protects her casino fortress. Reclaiming or even demolishing the plant is of the utmost importance and, while they haven't shared all of the details of their various plots to make this happen, the Library has extended an open invitation to those who believe themselves capable of fighting back to join their efforts to bring this madwoman low.

Of course, what with the current political climate involving human-dark stalker relations, it's unlikely that everyone's help will be appreciated, particularly with the overtly bigoted Lieutenant Shimotsuki in charge of the operation. As such, those of a non-human persuasion who wish to aid the fighting are forced to remain on the fringes and out of sight of the main military force.

By mid-afternoon the power plant has already become an all-out warzone. Entrenched mercenary forces lob chattering hails of automatic gunfire and high-explosive munitions into the assembled ranks of Librarium troops from behind high defensive walls and fortified bunkers. In return the mages of the NOL hurl balls of fire and bolts of lightning in retaliation, their more exposed position made secure by shimmering shields of mystical energies. The noise is deafening, magic and gunfire interweaving into a cacophanous onslaught of audial pressure that carries for miles in all directions.

Neither side seems to be able to gain the upper hand as of yet. Every time the NOL tries to move forward they find themselves beset by a bombardment of mortar rounds and heavy machinegun fire that quickly overwhelms even their potent magical defenses forcing the advance to fall back. Yet for all their weaponry the mercenaries are unable to deliver a decisive blow, merely countering each move made by their aggressors, locking the surface conflict into a deadly stalemate. While more clandestine attempts to disable the facility play out beneath the surface in the network of narrow tunnels that run between the plant's scattered buildings, their struggles seem to have produced little as well.

However, while it seems that the Librarium forces have pinned the foes into their stronghold, another threat lurks that has seemingly been forgotten. Dozens of feral dark stalkers move silent and swift across the roof tops of the harbor's warehouses and office buildings, slinking steadily around behind the Dragon's enemies. There is no obvious leadership in this group, no commanders ordering them forward or organizing them into packs. It is simply a mass of fur and scales, teeth and claws, ready to tear into the flanks of their foe with wild abandon, pinning them between a tide of monstrosities and firepower.

Velvet Blue is here. He'd rather not be at the site of a warzone--it's the exact opposite sort of thing that he enjoys. It reminds him of videos and movies he'd seen based on World War 1, or even some of the footage from the middle east in the fighting over here. He's evne had to plug those bat-like ears of his with a thin layer of gauze--just enough so he doesn't get completely disoriented by all the gunfire and other loud noises he encounters--but still able to hear. Well, enough.

Velvet would have arranged for their transportation (steel gray panel van, parked a few streets away) if Lyraelle had decided to travel along with him, and he'd dressed heavily in leather boots, suede trousers, turtleneck and an old bomber style jacket that likely wouldn't last the evening.

"I know you're a flashy kind of gal, but I think we need to sneak in to that place and try to shut it down... you up for that? or do you want to try to help the librarians? We dunno if they'll try to attack us too," Velvet sighs, explaining to Lyra once he has her ear. "I dunno if I wanna wind up captured by the MOL either, I'll go it alone, if you want me to," Velvet has his ivory-handled wakizashi strapped behind his back, tail flicking as he crouches down inside the back of the van, the door opened.

The Demon Queen - well, the other Demon Queen, in this instance - had declined to ride along for two primary reasons, both of which were firmly attached to her back around the shoulder blades. Sitting in a car's seat with a six foot wing span folded up behind her is an uncomfortable proposition no matter what kind of upholstery the van in question might have, and the wings in question also provide a unique opportunity to scout the battlefield from above, marginally safer from ground forces but much better able to reconnoitre the situation around the power plant. She's got an earpiece headset on to keep in verbal contact with Velvet, though.

"I don't think that the Librarians will appreciate me coming in and saving their butts. Actually, I think they tried to assassinate me once already," Lyraelle's voice speaks over the call. "I think I see a way we can change it up a little, here, though... ack!"

It's not clear where the attack came from, but something flies past Lyraelle, causing her to do a barrel roll to evade it.

"I'll talk to you in a sec, when I touch down~"

A sec later, the van shakes as something roughly human-sized touches down on top of it. A moment later, an upside-down, pink-haired demon girl's head and leotard-clad upper body pops down to look in through the open back door.

"Hello, minion~" she says, winking and V-saluting with one hand as she hangs half-bat-like in the doorframe.

"Sorry, force of habit," she apologizes with a grin. "I totally see this as an equilateral - er, equal lateral symbiotic relationship?"

She splays her fingers with an uncertain expression.

"Anyway, there's a sitch up on the rooftops. Kira's darkstalkers are moving to outflank the New Ballers, which is a totally A-Vee-Pee conundrum. Like, whoever wins, we lose, right? If the monsters win, we're probably effed, but we don't want them getting caught or slaughtered, either. Especially if any of them could be reformed~"

The succubus' speech becomes faster the longer that she hangs, and finally she flips down to the sharp heels of her purple thigh-highs with a huff before turning around and taking a deep breath.

"Man, having horns definitely doesn't help with the blood flow to the head thing when you're inverted," she remarks, pressing the back of one of her purple leather gloves against her forehead and staggering dramatically. "Anyway, I figure the two of us can take 'em. You gonna Batman your way up to the roofs, or would you rather bat-girl your way up?" she asks, jabbing a thumb toward her wings as they flare briefly behind her.

It does seem to be a rather unfavorable situation the two have on their hands. Neither of the forces currently locked in battle have particularly favorable views on their kind, one quite happy to eradicate all those who fail to fall in line while the other sees them as little more than product to be sold. The most desirable outcome would likely be mutual extermination but even that would have lasting consequences as the looming threat of the crazed noble Jedah, whose tower still looms tall and vile like a skinless finger jutting from the horizon, would go unchecked.

Maybe there is no right answer here. Whatever choice they decide to make, there will be hardships that follow for them and other dark stalkers. But whatever they intend to do, they need to decide fast. That horde of crazed monsters isn't going to slow down and let them deliberate on the finer points of morality involved.

Slavering werewolves bound and leap nimbly across the gaps between roof tops in an almost continuous stream of motion, leading the horde in their eagerness for violence. Behind them the lithe forms of catgirls slink with more grace and caution but their eyes glitter with a lust for mischief that equals their canine companions. Below on the streets, a slithering throng of naga fill the narrow alleyways with slick serpentine bodies, practically merging into a single massive entity as they push forward to keep pace with the more agile creatures. Stomping up at the very rear, bellowing cries of war and snapping a massive whip at the heels of those creatures who fail to show enough enthusiasm, comes a towering minotaur.

At the pace they're setting, it won't be long before they descend on the NOL forces. Even if the soldiers are prepared, it's uncertain that they will be able to fend off both this assault and the mercenaries.

"Can't say I can recommend it," Velvet shakes his head as Lyra rights herself, heels clicking on the pavement. "I see you're clearly the better dressed for the occasion, however, I think I can make it up to the roof myself," Velvet cracks his knuckles, nodding to her. He usually wore flashier stuff, but right now he was more worried about getting shot. Lyra was a higher pay-grade dark one than him, though, he could sense, so she probably feared bullets or getting stabbed a lot less.

"So we're on a rescue mission, of sorts? Lets get to it and move like we got a purpose, darling~" Velvet nods and after he's done momentarily stretching leaps up onto the side of the building and begins running up along the side of it, pumping arms for extra speed.

"Strange," Velvet mutters as his yellow cat-like eyes pierce the shadows on the rooftop, noticing the usual werewolves--but catwomen now, too? They usually weren't violent... clearly something was going on here, more than it seemed--so they /did/ need help.

"Alright, screwheads--time to listen up--" Velvet announced his presence, trying to draw the catwomen or werewolves to himself.

"If you won't turn back I'm going to have to beat some sense into ya," Velvet draws his wakizashi from where he has the sheath strapped to his back, around his waist--his tail flicking about behind him.

"Tabletop night is over," he curls a finger inward toward himself, a provocative and playful gesture usually, but the grim set of the darkstalker's face at the moment likely seems anything but.

COMBATSYS: Horde has started a fight here.

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COMBATSYS: Horde has joined the fight here on the top side.

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COMBATSYS: Velvet Blue has joined the fight here on the right meter side.

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"Mmmhmm," Lyraelle concurs with Velvet's assessment of their objective. She dusts off from the ground with a debris-scattering flap of her wings, hovering just above the asphalt as she offers some parting advice before the pair split up:

"Scream my name if you need me, and try not to die~"

With that, the purple-clad demoness darts up into the air, rising up to an altitude just above the building tops - giving her a view of the surroundings while reducing her visibility to the Librarium and Dragon forces, at least for the moment. Velvet has taken the high road - at least, in the sense of facing the darkstalkers on the rooftops - and that leaves the low road. She can see the naga slithering through the alleyways, and her aerial maneuverability suggests a theoretical advantage in dealing with them.

"This is gonna be fuuUUuUUnn~" the Demon Queen sing-songs giddily as her wings carry her down toward the street. The whip-wielding minotaur catches the corner of her eye as she's descending. "I'll deal with you later~" she thinks aloud before straightening her body like a bullet for aerodynamic excellence - moments before crashing headfirst through one of the top-level windows of a warehouse that some of the naga are approaching.

There's a few seconds after the sound of shattering glass near the snake-people before the same can be heard directly ahead of them - moments before a massive storage container falls down through the alley, dropping down to impede their progress. A second later, the pink-haired hellion pokes her head out through the destroyed wreckage of the windowframe the crate fell from.

"Hey, there!" she calls down to the naga, raising a hand to wave at them. "Care to surrender?"

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle has joined the fight here on the left meter side.

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Lyraelle         0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0      Velvet Blue

Apparently, the dark stalkers had been so focused on their objective that their usual animalistic senses failed to notice the pair of interlopers lurking nearby. That is until they both introduce themselves in a rather obvious fashion.

On the roofs, the gaggles of wolves and cats come to a sudden screeching halt as Velvet hops up into view. Their numbers are so great that they actually create a sort of living car crash in the process, members from the rear of the formation thudding heavily into the flanks of those ahead of them, unable to stop their forward momentum. It's a somewhat comical sight until several of the crazed beasts start to turn and snap at each other like rabid dogs, their aggression levels so high that they can hardly contain the need to do violence.

The cat girls manage a much more graceful halt to their advance, quickly splitting away from the main body of feral mutts and their berserker flailing to form small clusters on the flanks. Dozens of glittering feline eyes zero in on the rabbit as he makes himself the central point of focus for every predator in sight. Almost instantly the cats transition from wild frenzy to slinky hunters as they spread out to begin surrounding the lone guardian, displaying obvious signs of intelligence where the werewolves seem capable of only mindless aggression.

Down in the alley below, the sudden crash of shattering glass offers enough warning that something is amiss to stop the writhing advance of the naga horde in time to prevent any of them from being flattened by the impromptu blockade that comes hurtling out of the window. Pulling up short of the storage container, every naga turns their heads up towards the freshly ventilated wall above, slitted golden eyes narrowing into dangerous glares as the demonette pokes her head out into the open.

"What is the meaning of this delay?!"

A deep bass voice bellows from the rear of the formation, the question accompanied by the thunderous rumble of heavy footfalls crashing into the pavement. A sharp whipcrack punctuates the air, causing several of the snake women to hiss in pain and fear as the minotaur pushes into their ranks.

As one might expect of a brutish creature of legend, the beast is a terrifying mass of muscle and horn, his towering stature leaving his bovine head almost level with the second story of the building. He bears the obvious scars of a creature who has lived a life of battle. One of his wickedly curved horns is shorn off at an angle about halfway down leading into a jagged scar that runs from just above the eye all the way down across his snout. His barrel-like chest is a mass of criss-crossing scars, the old wounds visible even through the thick coat of brown fur. In addition to the wicked scourge he holds, the titan wields a heavy cudgel made of black iron, the weapon as large as a man and likely twice as heavy.

The sight of the storage container makes the minotaur snort in confusion and annoyance. Turning his gaze upwards towards the tuft of pink hair standing out against the dark walls, the taskmaster's lips peel back in a furious snarl. His whip cracks again, lashing down against the backs of several unfortunate nearby naga.

"Don't just stand there! Deal with that pest! And clear this path! NOW!"

Velvet is taking this situation seriously, however, being outnumbered so badly, he's going to have to play a bit dirty to win. Not his ideal, but...

A shining red dot appears on the ground before the assembled catwomen and werewolves, the former likely quite interested--or distracted, at least for a moment.

Yes, Velvet is distracting the cats with a laser pointer, he doesn't keep this up long however, as he's going to use the momentary distraction of the dancing point of light to try and jump them... he just has to make sure it works.

Catwomen and werewolves were both a regenerating type of species, they had less to fear from a club or a knife than those without that kind of ability, but they were not immune. Werewolves could still be hacked apart with a good enough blade, like an axe, perse--and both could be burned. Velvet is not trying to kill them, but less than lethal force on these suckers would take all night.

"Time for another kind of lightshow--don't miss it!" Velvet flicks the laser pointer away and fires a series of glowing chi projectiles from his right hand. They are in various geometic shapes and mostly in primary colors. It's very... 'toybox', looking a fair bit less threatening than it actually is. The projectiles sail through the air, trying to hit the cats and dogs.

With a graceful forward cartwheel, the pink-haired demoness descends from the gap in the warehouse wall, dropping down to land facing the swarm atop the shipping container with a heavy metallic thud. Lyraelle stretches her arms and back, cracking them, before placing both gloved hands on the sides of her hips in an authoritative, yet casual manner.

"This is Royal Traffic Control. I'm afraid to report that this alley has been closed by order of Her Majesty Queen Lyraelle due to unforeseen inclement conditions including, but not limited to, falling cargo containers and impending laser beams. I recommend that you take a detour back to where you came from~"

The succubus' lips curl into a plastic smile as her green eyes close lightly.

"Now, I'm going to close my eyes and count to three, and if any of you are still here when I open them again, I'll be fully responsible for what happens!"

True to her word, the Demon Queen (or perhaps Demon Countess?) begins to count at a rate of a number per second.


And upon reaching three, whether the naga have decided to rush her, retreat, or been impaired by indecision or the cramped conditions, Lyraelle's eyes open again, now glowing green with charged-up infernal energy - energy that's released in twin streams of burning heat not unlike a pair of eye lasers that rake along the alley and toward the throng.

COMBATSYS: Horde dodges Velvet Blue's Neon Carnival.

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Lyraelle         0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0      Velvet Blue

COMBATSYS: Horde blocks Lyraelle's Balefire Gaze.

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Lyraelle         0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0      Velvet Blue

The light show has the desired effect as several of the cat girls stop to peer down at the bright red dot wiggling around on the roof. However, after a couple of moments, they all lift their gazes away from the glowing mote to peer at Velvet with the sort of contempt on their faces usually reserved for complete idiots.

"Does he actually expect us to...?"

One of the feline dark stalkers voices the question they'd all been thinking but before any answer can be offered in return the distraction turns into an attempt to attack, one which fails just as miserably. All of the cat girls scatter away from the shining projectiles with casual ease, darting through the spray of energy without fear. The werewolves likewise manage to avoid getting caught in the blast though their efforts are more out of luck and instinct than any sort of apparent skill.

Wordless snarls of blood lust grumble forth like a dozen burbling tea kettles in response to the attack. The cat girls offer more pointed retorts as they continue to slink around in a quickly closing circle, moving to cut off any avenue of escape for the bold rabbit.

"I don't know what's more insulting," scoffs a large tabby as she moves to the fore of the closest pack of hunters. "Your sense of humor or your aim."

Emboldened by the fact that she outnumbers the guardian about a hundred to one, the cat gives him a mischievous smile before hurling herself forward like a fuzzy missile, claws extended. Several more of the cat demons are hot on her heels, each new attacker diving in from a direction he isn't looking as each one tries to pull Velvet's attention away from the next attack, striking with a quick swipe or a nipping bite before flitting away again. Seeing that the fun has begun, the werewolves begin to amble forwards as well, loping towards the lone warrior like eager puppies being called to dinner.

Over in Lyraelle's corner, the naga find themselves unable to take evasive action against the onslaught of blazing eye lasers that rake down across their ranks from above, the narrow alleyway too tightly packed with serpentine bodies for any real attempt at agility. But the monstrous snake women prove that they aren't called monsters for nothing as they coil up into defensive postures, using their scaly tails as shields to largely blunt the searing energy.

The minotaur remains far enough behind his slithering minions to be out of range of the blast. He snorts angrily as the nagas choose to huddle up rather than go on the offensive, snapping several of the creatures from behind with his whip as punishment for their lack of aggression.

"I said, CLEAR THE PATH, you sniveling worms!"

Hissing with renewed fury, the nagas abandon their better sense and begin to scale the front of the over-turned cargo crate, slithering and climbing atop one another in a frighteningly quick rush to reach Lyraelle. Deadly claw-tipped fingers rake and slash at her as the first combatants come into range, the yellowed talons coated in layers of filth that don't look particularly hygienic.

COMBATSYS: Horde successfully hits Velvet Blue with Raking Claw.
- Power hit! -

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Lyraelle         0/-------/-------|======-\-------\0      Velvet Blue

"Well it got their attention, see it totally worked--" Velvet is decended on by the catwoman army, the shower of chi projectiles he fired going wide as they quickly skirt around it and then left with a bloody gash through the chest and arms of his jacket. Of course, these are catwomen--their claws in their fully extended, bestial state are hooked, at a harsher angle than even some of the big cats--he's definitely bleeding heavily already from the several lacerations covering his arms and midsection.

"Hnnghh--shit," he trembles in shock from the sheer amount of pain, arms wrapped around himself as he grits his teeth and tries to power through it, keep moving--because if he doesn't, they're just going to kill him.

"You bitch--" Velvet draws brings up the wakizashi with both hands and attempts to stab into one of the nearer catwomen--trying to get one or two before the werewolves can close in.

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle blocks Horde's Raking Claw.

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Lyraelle         0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0      Velvet Blue

As the serpentine squad swarms toward Lyraelle, the succubus smirks, her purple-clad hands raising to either side of her and fingers wiggling with anticipation as she crouches slightly into a defensive posture.

"I guess I should have known that a bunch of snake babes would be good at tail play," she muses mirthfully aloud at the defensive display put on by the naga. She dances side to side, dodging a couple of swipes from the demi-serpents' claws, getting a good look at one set of unsightly nails as she barely leans her face out of their slashing arc.

"You guys might want to consider manicures! Or at least, washing your nails!" she suggests as her nose crinkles with disdain. "And seriously, are you gonna let him get away with the racial slu - OW!"

One of the naga has managed to nick a set of red gashes along Lyraelle's exposed left leg, causing her to recoil and hop away onto one foot.

"Quell your jell, you legless bitch!"

With an aggravated grunt, Lyraelle leaps forward, launching herself over the snakes with a flip before landing between the horde and their minotaur master.

"Alright! Seeing as this is a whip-based hierarchy..."

The pink-haired hell-maiden stretches one hand out as a green spark of hellfire ignites in her gloved fist before growing out into a sizzling tail of fire.

"Consider this a management reshuffle!"

She gives a cheeky wink to the towering bull-man before spinning around with sudden violence. As she does, the blazing lash grows and sweeps in a large circle, leaving smouldering green scorch lines along the warehouse siding at her flanks - and threatening to do the same to minotaur and minions alike.

COMBATSYS: Horde dodges Velvet Blue's Stiletto Pierce.

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Lyraelle         0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0      Velvet Blue

COMBATSYS: Horde blocks Lyraelle's Imperious Scourge.

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Lyraelle         0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0      Velvet Blue

Unfortunately for Velvet, he's thrust himself into the midst of a teeming throng of natural predators. Even without coordinated pack behavior, the staggering advantage of sheer numbers they present would make this an uphill battle. Even worse, they /aren't/ just a bunch of uncoordinated beasts. Perhaps he had not been keeping a close eye on the front lines as the dark stalkers did battle with the NOL over the past couple of weeks but the monsters have shown a surprising amount of tactical skill for a bunch of mindless beasts, acting in a way that can only be directed by some greater plan. No doubt the Dragon is behind such military maneuvers. However, the mercenary queen doesn't even need to interfere in this matter to make a mess of things as it turns out that a good portion of their ranks yet retain their own minds.

"Sorry, wrong species. You'll have to take it up with them," the tom retorts, flicking her tail contemptuously at werewolves as she springs away from his counter thrust with fresh blood on her claws.

Very sassy minds, at that.

The wolves quickly barrel into the fray having finally bounded their way across the roof top. Their antics are great deal less playful, trending a lot more towards the murderous violence end of the spectrum. Hurling themselves bodily at the rabbit like wrecking balls made of muscle and fur, they show none of the signs of control or finesse that their feline cousins displayed in their coordinated strike. If anything, the slavering creatures bump and stumble into each other in their eagerness to taste fresh blood, battering each other off course and generally turning the melee into a chaotic jumble of bodies.

Lyraelle's sudden shift into profanity has about as much effect on the snakes. Their fear or respect of the whip-wielding minotaur far exceeds that of the demon, so much so that even when she leaps down into their midst to try and do a little tit-for-tat with the task master, they pause only long enough to shield themselves against the crackling whip, ducking once more into their coils for protections before turning to launch a hissing barrage sizzling venomous spit at the succubus, spitting fat green globs at her like mortar rounds.

The minotaur seems likewise unfazed by her bravado, warding off the lash of energy by interposing the massive iron cudgel in its path. A few splashes of flame wash across his chest but they quickly sputter out leaving a few fresh black stains on his fur that quickly blend into the patchwork of previous scar tissue.

The wicked creature mocks her with a viscous sneer, idly rolling his massive shoulders.

"A noble? You're far from the Makai, blue-blood. No one cares about your authority here! The Dragon's strength is the only thing we respect."

COMBATSYS: Velvet Blue counters Weakened Medium Bite from Horde with Dreamgazer.
- Power hit! -

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Lyraelle         0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0      Velvet Blue

COMBATSYS: Horde successfully hits Lyraelle with Caustic Volley.
Grazing Hit

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Lyraelle         0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0      Velvet Blue

Velvet is already getting a bit winded fighting the werecreatures--that's kind of how this goes when you're dealing with them, they can endure and hold out a lot longer than their victims. And speaking of--Velvet is working his way up to becoming one of those himself--especially as he tries to strike with his weapon and it hits nada.

"Don't you sass me, Gumbie cat--ulp," Velvet realizes they are then switching out for the werewolves, who are barreling down on him like something out of Howling. Even the really messed up campy sequel, it's still bad.

Luckily, Velvet is able to make use of his inhuman, trickster speed and his tail flicks up, charged with spiritual energy as he /smacks/ a wolf upside the head as he steps out of the way, turning away their attack.

"Cats and dogs--living together--mass hysteria!" Velvet belts out exasperated, getting some of his wit back. But he's going to have to play it really safe now...

Meanwhile, in the alley below, Lyraelle's lips curve into a wicked smirk as she stops spinning, the whip hisses out of existence and subtle arcs of blue lightning course over her smoking hand.

"Oh, don't worry. I wasn't expecting you to take my word for it~"

Though her focus is largely on the horned and scarred monstrosity ahead of her, Lyraelle's pointed ears flick at the sound of noxious expectoration coming from behind her. Again she sniffs with distaste as she shifts her eyes toward the oncoming volley. She coils and crouches, then launches herself upward as the first globs of toxic goo splatter against the ground beneath her. She spins again as the barrage continues, darting through the air to one side as her wings propel her out of the biological bombardment - but a couple of the poisonous projectiles still manage to splat against her leathery bat-wings, causing her to falter briefly in the air.

"Ugh! I'm trying to have a one vee one with your slave driver, here!" the Demon Queen complains as her eyes lock onto the most successful of the spitting snakes - the pair who just defaced her purple wings with green goo. She swoops down, then feints a sliding kick to slip past the first of the naga and reach for its tail with both of her hands.

"So back off, Danger Noodle!"

With that battlecry, Lyraelle aims to grab the snake-person by the scaly end and swing it around like a flail before trying to release it to smash into its venom-spewing compatriot.

COMBATSYS: Horde dodges Lyraelle's Combo Grapple.

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                 Horde            0|-------|=======
[       \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  ///////////////////           ]
Lyraelle         0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0      Velvet Blue

In the chaos of the ten wolf pile up, Velvet manages to turn what could have been a very bad situtation into a slightly less bad situation. Quick wits allows him to divert the first strike that comes at him, knocking the feral wolf senseless. Its sudden stumble to the roof ends up tripping up several more of the werebeasts and they all come tumbling down in a flailing pile of slashing claws and snapping fangs. A few of the beasts earn fresh wounds from their own comrades in the confusion but this only enrages them further.

Turning their attention back to the one responsible for their embarassing mishap, the wolves let out ferocious snarls as they hurl themselves once more at Velvet. Apparently realizing that trying to get involved now would just as likely earn themselves a mauling, the cats all take a side seat for the moment, lining up in a wide circle like spectators watching a deathmatch go down in an old fashioned arena.

"Which part do you think they'll tear off first?", one of the cats asks to the other, her voice intentionally loud enough to be heard over the commotion.

"My bet is on one of his legs."

"Ooo, do you think there will be enough left to make a lucky rabbit foot charm?"

Down below, the nagas continue to remain blissfully silent for their part, allowing Lyraelle to dominate the witty banter aspect of the fight. However, her opponents remain aggravatingly difficult to pin down in actual combat, which one might argue puts them at a slight advantage. The demonette's bold dive into the ranks of the naga earns her naught for the trouble but some slimy hands as the slippery snake's tail slithers out of her grasp with a quick flick of motion. Now finding herself down admist the horde itself, the snake women move quick to try and take advantage of this blunder.

Lunging forward with the speed of a striking cobra, one of the nagas attempts to ensnare the succubus. Whirling around in a circle several times, her powerful tail cinches closed around the demon queen if successful, crushing the shapely dark stalker in a vice of quickly tightening coils.

COMBATSYS: Velvet Blue endures Horde's Combo Mauling.

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                 Horde            0|-------|=======
[       \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  ////////////                  ]
Lyraelle         0/-------/--=====|=======\=====--\1      Velvet Blue

Velvet Blue stares down at the wolf he knocked down with his tail, his gaze rueful and in a fair amount of pain--and he's in a fair amount more when they begin to pounce and begin ripping at him. The long snouted jaws of one werewolf come down on his right forearm--having to use it to fend the thing off--how some might fend off a wild dog leaping and attacking them. The bone crushing grip and sharp teeth of the werewolf sunk into his skin like a hydraulic press coming down, threatening to crack and break bone, while meanwhile another ripped and gashed open the sounds the cats had already left, ripping them in new ways at different angles, more blood gushing over and soaking the dark clothes he wore.

Wrenching his arm free of the wolf latched onto his right arm, he jabbed at it's throat and pushed out with his palm against the other, knocking it back. All of a sudden, he became wreathed in prismatic chi energy as his wakizashi arm came up and the performer began to move incredibly fast now--striking out with his blade and kicks--seemingly appearing and disappearing all about the rooftop, becoming an indistinct dark blur with the only constant those yellow cat-like eyes.

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle endures Horde's Crushing Coils.

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                 Horde            1|-----==|=======
[              \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  ///////////                   ]
Lyraelle         1/------=/=======|=====--\-------\0      Velvet Blue

The fresh layer of snake-slime coating Lyraelle's leather gloves elicits a disgusted expression from the demoness. She's busy trying to fleck the stuff off of her fingertips as the boldest of the naga (or at least the sneakiest of the snakes) positions behind her for the impending lunge.

"Ugh, what, do you guys oil up before you go murder-creeping or something? ...Actually, that doesn't sound like a bad ide-ghhk!"

The snake oil daydream is cut short as it becomes a living nightmare for the succubus - rapidly entangled by the winding snake-woman, the Demon Queen now finds herself enveloped in the slimy, scaled coils up to her shoulders. She tenses her muscles and tries to power out of the hold, but the slippery nature of the snake-tail makes the attempt almost like trying to swim out of quicksand.

"Eugh! Let me go or I swear I'll bite you!"

Lyraelle's teeth clench as she considers the sinewy serpentine tail in front of her, her fangs glinting. Then, she opens wide and clamps her pointed canines down on the coil in question - with about the same effectiveness one might expect from a human doing the same, albeit one with manifold strength. It's likely not forceful or sharp enough to pierce the scaled hide and cause real damage, but it serves to give some traction to the demonette's attempt to free herself - with a slippery upward heave, she manages to get her wings free from the trapping tail, beating them as she lifts off from the alley floor with the snake-girl still clinging to her. Her teeth unlatch from the tail; her voice is strained and nearly-smothered by the serpent, but still manages to pierce through the alleyway.

"I swear to... ME!! Alright! You all asked for it! So come and get it!!"

Squirming and wriggling, the demoness turns the ship so that her shapely aft end is pointed toward the leader of the pack - the minotaur. She strains and folds her wings in to slide painfully back into the snake's grip - and then, aided by a surprising crackle of blue lightning running through her, suddenly shoots free like a rocket as her now-oily body slips through, on a high-velocity backside-first collision course with the bull-man!

If she does crash into him, it may be with enough force to knock him over and use him as an impromptu chair - but whether or not he'd topple, she'd attempt to wind her tail around the bull's nearest limb in a recreation in miniature of the experience she's just been through, the insidious appendage attempting to suck the humanoid's essence for its owner's own use.

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle issues a challenge!!

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                 Horde            1|-----==|=======
[              \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  ///////////                   ]
Lyraelle         1/------=/=======|=====--\-------\0      Velvet Blue

COMBATSYS: Horde endures Velvet Blue's Cheshire Grin.

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                 Horde            1|----===|=======
[               \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  ///////////                   ]
Lyraelle         0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0      Velvet Blue

COMBATSYS: Horde blocks Lyraelle's Royal Requisition - Dark Queen's Throne.

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                 Horde            1|--=====|=======
[               \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  ///////////                   ]
Lyraelle         0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0      Velvet Blue

Now that the scent of blood is in the air, the wolves are in an absolute frenzy. Seemingly without care for their own safety or those of their pack mates, they scramble over one another in their rush to get at the tasty morsel that has so kindly offered itself up to them. But, to their frustration, the prey yet remains elusive.

Velvet's vanishing trick plays further havoc with the already chaotic battlefield. Each time his burst of speed slows long enough to deliver a strike at the throng of beasts they turn and hurl themselves at him without fear, absorbing each deadly cut and precise kick with their supernatural constitutions. That isn't to say that his efforts are completely for naught. In their wanton abandon of personal safety, several of the beasts take strikes in vital places which, while not fatal enough to put the regenerating monsters completely out of commission, is enough to take them out of the fight for the moment.

The cat girls continue to show good sense by remaining on the edges of the conflict as Velvet fights for his life, seemingly content to simply watch the show. Despite his wild bursts of speed, each set of feline eyes follows his movements with ease, drawing the sort of attention that his bright red dot trick failed to muster.

"Oh dear. Our canine companions seem to be in a bit of a tizzy," says the tom, once more stepping to the forefront of her sisters. A nearby long-haired white idly licks the back of her fuzzy paw, positing a suggestion as if it were an idle flight of fancy.

"Do you think we should offer them a bit of help?"

"The master will be rather upset if we let all of her cute little doggies get beat up before they do their job," offers another with equal nonchalance.

"True, true," agrees the tom. "No time like the present!"

Crouching down, the muscles in the cat girl's legs bunch up with fresh tension as she focuses her full attention on the rabbit. Her lips twist into an eager grin as she watches his movements, waiting several moments until just the right moment presents itself. Predicting the path of his next strike, the orange tabby explodes into a leaping pounce, her fore claws extended as she attempts to tackle Velvet straight out of the air. Should he be unfortunate enough not to escape her 'surprise' attack, she'll take him for a merry tumble across the roof - and pretty much every unpleasant thing they can hit along the way - before coming down on top of him, pinning him to the ground.

On the other side of things, Lyraelle already finds herself the unfortunate victim of too much affection. Her snaky hitch-hiker does its best to squeeze and crush her beneath those thick coils of muscular tail. The naga offers a hiss in return to the demon's threat of getting toothy, revealing a pair of far more imposing fangs than the succubus's dainty little chompers.

However, before the monster can demonstrate how much worse of a bite she's packing, the demonette takes them both airborne. The naga is decidedly not in favor of this development. Her eyes go wide with fright as she's hoisted aloft, tail coiling even tighter around her winged prey rather than let her slip free. The two dark stalkers tussle in mid-air for a few moments but the snake lady could never have predicted what her entrapped foe intends.

Shooting out of her grasp like greased lightning, Lyraelle leaves the unfortunate naga to plummet back to the street, landing with a dull smack into a gaggle of several other naga. Not a fatal fall but it leaves several of them dazed for the time being.

The true target of her aggression glowers up at her, lips peeling back to reveal dark stained teeth in a snarl as she comes plummeting down at him like a heart-shaped meteor. Instead of finding a soft landing on his well-toned chest, however, the demon instead gets the thick iron shaft of the massive cudgel jammed between her cheeks as the minotaur holds it up vertically in front of himself to ward off her assault. The impact is enough to stagger him backwards a step, knocking his weapon wide momentarily and preventing an immediate counter strike while Lyraelle hangs helpless in the air. But the back step also takes him out of range of her questing tail, leaving it with nothing to latch onto for a quick pick-me-up.

"Hah! Shameless tart! You think a little tail is going to fell the mighty Bruno?!"

Regaining his balance, the minotaur brays a deep laugh at her. His multi-tailed lash flicks up into the air as he prepares to deliver a second round of punishment to the noble's shapely bottom - and most of the rest of her, seeing as the weapon is nearly the same size as she is.

COMBATSYS: Velvet Blue blocks Horde's Queen of the Jungle.

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                 Horde            0|-------|---====
[               \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  ///////                       ]
Lyraelle         0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1      Velvet Blue

Where Velvet goes, zinging around the rooftop, pain for the werewolves follows--if they aren't bumping into eachother, they're getting cut deeply by the darkstalker performer's blade, and it's not a normal sword--their wounds would burn and pucker, refusing to close afterwards. What might have been a dangerous and life-threatening for a human was more debilitating for the wolves, injury-wise. It's likely a few figners or tips of ears fall to the ground once Velvet stops, however, panting a great deal. Whether the disconnected pieces revert to human form or not... if they ever were--is up to speculation.

"Phew... hah... goddamn..." Velvet has stopped and looks up in time to see the tabby catwoman come sailing down on him--rolling onto his back but landing hard--his head cracking against the surface of the rooftop, before throwing her off using her own momentum and pulling himself up. Now kneeling and trying to gather his breath, Velvet wipes a sleeve across his very wet brow. Wet with sweat and likely also blood.

COMBATSYS: Velvet Blue gains composure.

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                 Horde            0|-------|---====
[               \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  ///////////                   ]
Lyraelle         0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0      Velvet Blue

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle endures Horde's Strong Claw!

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                 Horde            0|-------|=======
[                     \\\\\\\\\  < >  ///////////                   ]
Lyraelle         1/--=====/=======|=======\-------\0      Velvet Blue

Now not-so-pleasantly lubricated in sweat and snake oil, Lyraelle crashes full-on into the minotaur's mighty shaft - pulling a face as much at the frustration of her tail finding only cold, hard iron to wrap around as at the unique discomfort of her tail end finding the same.

"You'd be surprised. My tail's felled some pretty mighty people," the succubus half-speaks, half-grunts as she disentangles her prehensile appendage - just before the minotaur's lash strikes her hard across her barely-clothed backside, causing her green eyes to widen as the crack of flesh resounds through the alleyway. It's hard to say which pair of her cheeks reddens deeper or faster than the other, but the flush of her face is shorter-lived, as whatever initial embarrassment or other sentiment results immediately from the exchange is soon replaced by, of all things, a wicked grin and giggle.

"Oh, Bruno~ How did you know that I was into rough play?"

The minotaur is flashed a momentary sugary smile before the pink-haired hellion hurls herself abruptly up at his chin - aiming for a horned headbutt from below intended to daze the packmaster, ideally exposing his throat so that her tail can lash its way around its front. If she manages to make the maneuver, she'll then try to swing around behind the beastman's head and hold onto its horns while her legs and tail endeavour to trap his neck in a parasitic manner, choking him both literally and spiritually.

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle successfully hits Horde with Royal Prerogative - Covetous Clutch.

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                 Horde            1|-------|=======
[                   \\\\\\\\\\\  < >  ///////////                   ]
Lyraelle         0/-------/--<<<<<|=======\-------\0      Velvet Blue

The playful cat rolls with the throw, somersaulting into a twist that flips her back around to face Velvet as she lands nimbly on the edge of the roof. Smiling smugly, she lifts one hand and licks a few dollops of red from the tips of her claws with slow flicks of her tongue.

"What's the matter, little rabbit? Getting tired already?"

Several more of the cats dart around at the corner of his vision, shifting their positions to move closer to the guardian, tightening the noose that seems to be quickly closing around him.

"Poor thing. He looks positively...helpless."

"Best put him out of his misery. It would be cruel to drag this out any longer."

Further bits of dialogue mocking Velvet play out around him with similar sentiments. The werewolves likewise seem quite eager for another taste of his flesh, having stopping fighting amongst themselves and reoriented on the prize now that the light show is over. A couple dozen hulking monsters let loose baying howls of predatory furor before hurling themselves at him once again.

This time the cats don't sit back and let their allies have all the fun. Cackling with devilish glee, they dart in ahead of the pack, slashing at him from all sides in a blinding barrage of claws. Just as quickly, they all scatter as the werewolves come crashing in, bounding nimbly out of the path of carnage to let nature take its course.

The minotaur has less success in avoiding Lyraelle's second attempt at his life force. The flying headbutt catches the beast on the tip of the chin as he attempts to step backwards out of range, landing squarely enough to get the job done. The towering brute staggers again and the little devil's tail finds an easier target this time, coiling deftly around the dark stalker's throat as he stumbles.

But even as she siphons away his strength, the monsterous task master growls in defiance. Dropping the whip, he reaches up and wraps his meaty digits around the succubus's waist, ripping her away from his head in a display that proves she hasn't taken all of his raw brute strength just yet. He tries to hurl the demon into the crowd of nagas but his brief moment of inner reserves falters before he can get his power behind it, instead awkwardly tossing her to the ground as he falls to one knee.

"Nrgh... cursed witch!"

Turning his baleful gaze upon the nagas, Bruno smashes the cudgel into the ground with a thunderous crash of fury.

"Don't just stand there, you fools! End her!"

Even without the whip to cajole them into motion, the nagas are swift to respond to his command. Surging forward in a sea of serpentine bodies, they crash down upon Lyraelle in a tidal wave of filthy claws and venomous fangs, trying to drown her in the sheer volume of their numbers.

COMBATSYS: Velvet Blue blocks Horde's Wild Hunt.

                 [                       ||||||| ]
                 Horde            0|-------|------=
[                   \\\\\\\\\\\  < >  //////                        ]
Lyraelle         0/-------/<<<<<<<|=======\===----\1      Velvet Blue

"I'm gonna... trap you in a room full of vacuum cleaners... when we get out of here," Velvet rises up back to his knees with renwed strength--just in time to have to fend off more of the cats as they rush in to attack him--he's able to keep a few from hitting him by blocking with his wakizashi--but one rakes along his side and he can feels the tips of the claws as they slide painfully and bounce against each rib on that side.

"Or maybe introduce you to a nice Chinese restaurant--" he grits his teeth and kicks at one of their chins, attempting to use the momentum of pushing off her body and bound back, putting some distance between them.

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle endures Horde's Wild Hunt.

                 [                       ||||||| ]
                 Horde            0|-------|------=
[                             \  < >  //////                        ]
Lyraelle         1/-<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\===----\1      Velvet Blue

Lyraelle lets out an 'oof!' and flinches as she's flung to the rough ground, skidding across it for a few painful feet before coming to a stop. She pushes herself up off of her posterior, dusting gravel away from her flesh as she regains her senses. Her arms stretch out to either side, fingers flexing as a sense of fresh brutality courses through her frame. She smiles insidiously to herself for just a moment before the approach of the hissing tide causes both her ears and smile to flatten.

One of the naga leaps on her, sinking its fangs through the purple glove on her left arm. The succubus swings her arm violently, flinging the naga loose with a spray of envenomed blood, only for another snake to latch onto her right leg. She beats a hand against it to force it loose, leaving two red rivulets running from the fangs still lodged in her flesh, and as she does a set of claws rake across her back - and it's only the beginning of the wave. Soon the Demon Queen disappears beneath the writhing mass of scales and fangs and claws.

She won't be getting out of this on her own.

An inhuman cry of rage and pain penetrates the horde a moment before the Dark Queen erupts from the mob, eyes glowing green and body covered in bloody and discoloured wounds.

"Useless," the demoness declares, her voice strangely multitonal and otherwordly. "I'll just have to destroy it all!"

With that, Her Infernal Majesty swoops directly toward the minotaur - attempting to crash into the beastman's leg with her left shoulder, using the bull's own borrowed strength to try and unbalance him. If she succeeds, she'll pull the beastman's leg from under him with a surge of supernatural power, flying up into the air above the warehouses - at which point she'd swing the titan around once before sending him back down toward the swarm of naga.


Her hand would then raise, palm open, as a green fireball forms above it, straining to gather as much infernal energy as she can muster as the blazing orb grows until it burns like a miniature demonic sun, blotting the view of the real one above from the view of those beneath her.

"...or BURN!"

And then she'd hurl the ball of fire down toward the darkstalkers - aiming to hit those near the edge of the roof that Velvet is on, splitting and sundering the side of the warehouse to rain fiery doom on the naga below as well.

The demoness would watch the result for a few seconds before paralysis begins to set in, the toxins overwhelming muscles one by one until she starts to drift slowly downward.

"Stupid... mortal... body," she mutters, before the lights in her eyes go out and she plummets toward the rooftop below.

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle can no longer fight.

                 [                       ||||||| ]
                 Horde            0|-------|------=
                                  >  //////                        ]
                                  |=======\===----\1      Velvet Blue

COMBATSYS: Horde dodges Velvet Blue's Evasive Strike.

                 [                       ||||||| ]
                 Horde            0|-------|------=
                                  >  //////                        ]
                                  |=======\===----\1      Velvet Blue

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle successfully hits Horde with #Royal Decree - Banishment#.

                 [                               ]
                 Horde            0|-------|-======
                                  >  //////                        ]
                                  |=======\===----\1      Velvet Blue

Beset on all sides by ravenous monsters out to gnaw on his bones, Velvet still manages to keep the witty banter going. Not that it's going to save him but at least he can die delivering a clever one-liner. Thus far his attempts to deal with the cats have proven entirely futile and his failing strength doesn't do anything to disrupt that trend. The agile predators harass him with hit and run attacks, refusing to engage from a direction that he's prepared to defend against or give him anything like a fair fight. In terms of speed and agility, he might be able to go toe-to-toe - or is that paw-to-paw? - with one of them but against this sort of coordinated assault there isn't much to be done except buy time.

Fortunately, his partner in vigilantism chooses that precise moment to lose her calm and cut loose with the fireworks. The pile of nagas explodes upwards in a fountain of half-snakes as Lyraelle bursts free and takes to the air, scattering in all directions with hisses of fury and cries of pain as they tumble back to the street. The minotaur staggers back to his feet as the demonette hurls her ultimatum down from on high, bellowing a roar of challenge at her as he swings his club high to crush her into the pavement.

"Noble whore! I'll send you back to the Makai in pieces! Raagh!"

The heavy cudgel comes down, attempting to intercept her swooping charge, but the swing is much too slow to connect. The dive takes the beast man's leg out from under him and he tumbles sideways in a wild sprawl only to be yanked into the air by the succubus's sudden unnatural strength.

"Gah?! Let me go you, hell tart!"

Poor choice of words, as it turns out. Letting out a bray of confusion as he's whirled around like a discus, the minotaur plumets back into the gaggle of nagas with disastrous effect. The sickening crunch of breaking bones marks his impact into the carpet of monstrous ladies, their scaly hides offering no protection against the bludgeoning weight of his titanic body.

%tThe sudden blossom of a new-born sun draws all eyes upwards, even those of the berserker wolves, diverting them away from Velvet's imminent demise. The savage creatures stare up at the sky in confusion but once again the cats are on the ball, quickly realizing what's about to happen.

"Oh shit! Scamper!"

One of the mewling voices calls out to the others and the slender felines all dart away in random directions, fleeing as fast as they can away from what is about to be ground zero. A few of the wolves seem to get the idea - that or they're just following the crowd - but the majority of the snarl and snap at the air, unable to realize the danger until the searing orb crashes down into the alleyway with a violent eruption of power.

The aftermath of the explosion leaves little in its wake save for broken and ruined corpses. A full half of the wolves and most of the naga are simply gone, reduced to ash or piles of indistinguishable viscera. The rest quickly regain their senses and quickly start to flee the area, scampering away from the still sizzling crater and the sounds of battle still raging at the power plant nearby. While they haven't succeeded at completely wiping out the dark stalker forces, those that were sent on this surprise attack certainly aren't going to be completing their mission today.

COMBATSYS: Horde takes no action.

                                  >  //////                        ]
                                  |=======\===----\1      Velvet Blue

COMBATSYS: Horde can no longer fight.

                                  >  //////                        ]
                                  |=======\===----\1      Velvet Blue

"Is that the best you bitches can d--ow..." Velvet gets up as they start to head off, having gotten himself in position for one last strike, just in case they decided to come at him again. But now they're leaving... this is bad, this means they can't help them--at least the ones that have decided to take off. Velvet himself has to take cover as Lyraelle's attack explodes in the alleyway above--and despite his usually noble intentions, decides to find Lyraelle and descend the building from the inside--carefully, thanks to his injuries, and leaves the knocked out and dying werebeasts to their fate. Likely with NOL. If they're lucky, the librarians can do something for them, besides inhuman experimentation.

Instead, he moves to try and heft Lyraelle up and carry/drag her back to the van he has parked a few streets over, intending to try and get her some help.

COMBATSYS: Velvet Blue has ended the fight here.

Log created on 18:19:02 06/02/2020 by Kira Volkov, and last modified on 00:21:57 06/06/2020.