Kunikos

[Roman Turner] "Massachuseetts? No kidding? I ain't never met anyone from Massachusetts before. So why did ya come here?

He had turned slightly, drawing one leg up till he sat with that knee bent so he could face her more fully.

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] "Well," she draws in a breath as if about to tell him an elaborate story, but it comes out as a mere: "it was about time I flew the nest. No one likes living under their family's shadow," this isn't explained, just left as a generalization, "and I heard Chicago could always use a few more reliable folks around."

"How about you, Roman? Have you been here long? I assume you're not from here."

[Roman Turner] "From a little place just outside Clearwater Kansas. I been here about, well three, maybe four months now. Came with my cuz to do like ya said, fight the good fight."

He smiled slightly.

"And like you, sometimes ya just got to get out and see the world."

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] "I'd day it, but you've probably heard it plenty of times before." She's referencing Kansas.

A hand slides over her hair, smooths the half waves into it's loose plait that trails down her back, momentarily glancing off to watch some other people pass and to admire their surroundings. She's comfortable in his company, even if she's just met him. Other Garou felt like home.

"I don't like the city much," she picks up the conversation again, turning her head to look back at him. Her hand lifts and she rests the side of her jaw in her palm, leaning into the arm over the back of the bench. "Do you know The Berkshires?"

[Roman Turner] "Nope, can't say I have met any Berkshires yet. They important folks?"

His eyes were the gray-blue of old faded denim and at that moment there wasn't a speck of deceit in them.

"And what have I heard plenty of times?"

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] "That this isn't Kansas, anymore." Her mouth twists into a light smirk, the expression she wears becoming more wry. "And The Berkshires aren't people, it's a place, a mountain range. But if you haven't been there, you should. It's nice. Possibly your sort of place."

[Roman Turner] He chuckled over the Kansas comment.

"Oh yeah, Wizard of Oz, yeah, I get that a lot, but I gotta risk sound more dumb than I already have. Where are the Berkshires? I gotta admit I ain't seen no mountains around here unless it's on trash day."

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] Her brows raise a little and she found herself smiling at his question, a small laugh escaping at his comment about Chicago and trash days. He wasn't wrong on that. "I'm from The Berkshires. We have our family house there and an apartment in New York."

[Roman Turner] "Ok so the mountains you call Berkshires, is in Mass, but you live in New York too?"

He shook his head slightly.

"I ain't been to New York either, but my cuz wants to go one day so I suppose we will."

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] "I wouldn't say I live in New York, but I've been there frequently enough. My brother lives in New York most often then not." She talks to him easily about herself, her life, and he seems to be just as willing to trade such things about himself.

"If you don't like Chicago? You'll hate New York. It's dirtier, busier and louder."

[Roman Turner] "I go where Sparrow goes. Someone's gotta watch her and that's my job. I prefer back on the ranch, but sometimes life have a higher calling for us and this is mine I reckon. Besides, I have met a few folks here, makes it no so bad."

He shrugged easily.

"And I hear tell them taxi's drive worse than I do in New York and that's where picante sauce is made according to the commercials."

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] "Sparrow is your cousin, right?" She's been listening, actively. Of course it's not a hard conclusion to make. "Your close to your family then?" Sarah's watching him now. Her eyes aren't like most Fangs, blue, hers are a light honey brown and sometimes, in the light, there's green hues. Her hair is darker too, still blonde in the summer, but darker hues flicker through it, possibly even some chestnut in the undergrowth.

"Yeah," laughing softly, "never get in a cab there."

[Roman Turner] "Yessum, close to my family. Ain't we all? Ya know what they say. Ya can pick your friends and you can pick your nose. But ya can't pick your friend's nose."

He chuckled.

"And ya can't pick your family."

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] "Technically you could pick your friends nose," she says seriously. "But it would be a serious faux pas. But!" Her brows raise and the edges of her mouth curl upward, "it would be amusing, depending on who that said friend is and where it happened." Visions of her own Tribe flicker through her minds eye.

[Roman Turner] "My ma always told me. Roman, don't touch him, ya don't know where he's been boy. So I reckon if I started to picking someone's nose she might fly up here and thump me in the head."

His easy smile shone.

"But if ya get the urge Miss Sarah, I'll letcha pick my nose as long as ya don't eat the boogers."

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] Laughing softly she shook her head and let her arm drop from the back of the bench. "I think I might pass on that very gracious offer." Twisting slightly, she put her back into the bench proper so that she was facing the lake.

"Do you know many others here?" She asked, quietly, becoming more serious.

[Roman Turner] "A few. I'm kind of new around here so mostly seen others at the Moot. Met a few Gnawers, Fianna, a Lord or two and a Fenrir. I met a native, but ain't sure what family he is. Me, they are all the same, live and let live I always say."

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] "I haven't really met anyone," she confesses. "Aside from those of my own Tribe, and a little altercation with a Shadow Lord and his kinfolk one morning." They're far enough away from most to be able to have this conversation, their voices being low anyway. "The next moot is far enough away that it's going to be awhile before I can place who is who."

[Imogen Slaughter] (Hey, so, I have this idea for a one shot - that, you know, if you guys were interested in, I could do for you both.

In? Out? Go 'way, Mei?)

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] [I'm in!]

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] [But it might be late for Blu?]

[Roman Turner] (Saturday night, no work.)

[Roman Turner] (and of course in)

[Imogen Slaughter] (I don't think it'll keep us going too long, either. I mean, I know everyone always says that, but it's really going to be a quick and dirty combat. Okay, changing names and logging back in. BRB!)

[Victor Oseragighte] (( Mind me sticking around? It had said open, but if it's closed I understand. ))
to Kunikos

[Kunikos] (nope, it's all good, I can take one more. *grin*

ping me on my IM "Bodhar" and I'll invite you to chat.)
to Victor Oseragighte

[Simon Zahradnik] (Uh oh didn't realize I'd be interrupting something!)

[Roman Turner] "Wait, what family is your's and was this Lord named Lukas? Cause if it was, he's like the Warleader here. That had to be interesting."

He grinned as he thought about it.

"Who won?"

[Victor Oseragighte] Victor's long felt that the best way to learn the lay of the land in an area is from high up. Before, that meant finding a high spot to climb. It still does to some extent, since he can only fly in the umbra, but the fact that he can fly has opened up new options. After spending a bit of time flitting about, studying the park's umbral reflection, he alights and slips back across in the midst of some bushes.

Hard-toed boots (the only ones he has, really), blue jeans and a red and blue Montreal Alouettes sweater make up his clothing, chosen from his rather limited wardrobe. He takes a deep breath and wonders if he shouldn't have stayed on the other side, in the air.

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] "I'm a Silver Fang," she clarified for him, so that he knew what the hell she was going on about. It also made sense to an extent. Silver Fangs and Shadow Lords didn't have the best history together. "Oh, no. It was some Bone-Grinder." Her mouth curls at the mention of him. "This huffing puffy man, with these burn wounds all over him, walking down the middle of the street as if it was perfectly ordinary for someone in his state to be doing so. He stank to high heavens, too. Claimed he was on his way to a shower, as if he couldn't find any better way to get home from where ever it was he was fighting then to take the most possible public route."

Her eyes roll a bit, before she threw him a smirking grin. "It wasn't like that. Just a war of words, and I do believe I won."

[Roman Turner] "Bone Grinder? Is he a giant or what with that name?"

He was loving this. It was about then that the bushes rattled up the way and drew his attention.

"Did you hear that?"

And there was Victor, which made him sort of wonder if he'd been in the bushes all that time and what he had been doing on those bushes.

"Well I'll be, there's Vic, ain't seen him in a Coon's age."

[Kunikos] Garou and kinfolk sometimes find each other with an almost preternatural skill. They gather in restaurants and in bars, on the street, in the park.

Sarah and Roman found each other by chance, and now Victor has exited the umbra, under the cover of some bushes, in an area not far away.

The rustling of the Wendigo is audible, a mild disturbance as he displaces branches. The weather is too hot for his hockey sweatshirt, the humidity heavy in the air. It is full dark, but the park is well lit with old-fashioned carriage lights placed periodically along the paths.

Along one of these paths, a man walks his dog. It's a large heavy boned rottweiler on a chain leash, walking ahead of its owner, mouth open, tongue lolling. Its a deep chested beast, long limbed, moving at a bit of a trot, a speed just a little faster than its owner. It tugs at the lead every once and a while, only to be pulled back to heel.

The owner is dressed so plainly that no one will remember what he looks like, later. Could be baggy jeans, could be sweatpants. A t-shirt, or was it a tank top? Who knows, who cares.

Just a human out for a walk with his domesticated dog.

[Victor Oseragighte] He pauses at being named, then shrugs and smiles, not having expected to come out and find somebody he knew; he'd checked to make sure his crossing was safe, but not beyond that. Dark eyes dart to the new face beside Roman as he sticks his thumbs into his pockets and strides up. Roman will likely notice that he's moving considerably more... fluidly than he was before. Every step wasn't just certain, now, it was graceful.

"Been busy. Hunting to do."

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] "Who's Vic?" She's asking this before she's twisting around to look in the direction of rustling leaves. Eyes find another young man, whom she looks up and down, and then offers a small smile as he comes over to the duo sitting on the same bench at opposite ends.

For now she doesn't say anything, waiting for Roman to introduce her, perhaps.

[Roman Turner] "Hunting to do?"

For a moment one brow rose because he thought maybe Victor had said "Toto".

"Miss Sarah, this here is Vic. The rest he's gonna have to tell if he wants. Vic, this here is Miss Sarah."

He did the introductions as simple as he could.

[Victor Oseragighte] "Pair of kin-killing ambushers. You remember them," he said simply to Roman, before turning to Sarah.

He arches a brow a little at the 'Miss' part of that, curious, but pulls a hand from his pocket to offer it to her with a smile. "Victor Oseragighte."

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] Rising up from the bench, she took the others hand and gave it a casual shake. "Just Sarah is fine," this is also directed at Roman, to whom she gave a quick glance and smirk towards. She didn't want everyone running around calling her Miss Sarah, but had overlooked it since Roman was still quite young and she knew titles well enough.

"Nice to meet you, Victor," she adds, before dropping back down on the bench.

Her gaze flickers over to the man and his dog, taking more notice of the beast on the lead then the one at the other end.

[Roman Turner] "Er, honestly Vic? I don't remember them."

His brow was wrinkled in confusion.

"Dang it all, I'm getting Old Timers."

[Kunikos] Perhaps it is coincidence that draws the man and dog closer, the path bringing them nearer.

It is a dog, not a wolf. Bred now, to be chained, to be domesticated, to get its food from a bowl, poured from a bag or spooned from a can. It is a beast with instincts, but stunted ones, untrained, unfocused. Chase a squirrel, but not to eat. Just because the animal mind wills it so.

The dog's owner adjusts the lead in his hand with a muffled clink of the chain. The dog growls, a sound low in its throat.

[Victor Oseragighte] That shake was brief, polite. She might notice that his hands are heavily callused and scarred, clearly not an idle sort despite his very stoic demeanor. He chuckles softly at Roman's confession. "Tell you about it some time, then."

He turns when he hears the growl, expecting that he's the cause; animals just don't like him. They recognize him for what he is, and it seems to set them on edge.

[Roman Turner] He glanced towards the growl and noticed the man had the dog on a chain, which was a little odd to him. Still he stepped back in to the grass to make lots of room for the pair to pass. Nothing to see here mister, just keep moving with Fido.

"Odd that, lugging a chain around to walk a dog."

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] She remains sitting where she is, letting the others talk around her as she watches the dog. It's really not fair of her to encourage it's growling, but some part of her can't help it. Her gaze follows the dogs, watching it on its chain. Part of her wants to growl back, a large part of her at that. Its not Rage that makes her heart beat a little faster, it's her strong instinct.

[Victor Oseragighte] "Don't think it much likes us," he noted as he raised a hand to push hair back from his face where it had blow when he'd been up in the sky. His black mane was looking pretty windblown all told, and it wasn't nearly windy enough down here to account for that, whatever the city might be nicknamed.

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] "You think?" This came out dry, and about the only thing she was going to add to the conversation. Animals didn't like Garou as a general rule, as far as she's noticed. Which annoyed her. She liked to ride horses when she was younger, but as she got older they got too skittish for her to be around.

[Kunikos] The owner yanks on the chain as the dog begins to growl, offering a muttered word in the dog's direction. The dog's irritation silences briefly, then restores, the growl reverberating deeply through its broad chest as they get closer.

Abruptly, there's a threshold broken - a distance closed. The dog's aggression is not surprising. Every one of them is acquainted with the curse. They know their effects on humans, on animals. Victor may get it more frequently, Sarah may get it because she encourages it, exacerbates it with her gaze, her aggression. Still, it is more often fear, than hate.

This is hate.

It happens just as the Garou note the dog's dislike. As Sarah makes her sarcastic comment.

You think?

The dog's hackles raise, its lips curling back from its teeth, baring fangs, its tongue no longer lolling. It lunges, the owner oddly silent as the dog yanks at the chain, bringing it to the edge of its lead. It does not bark. It does not snarl. There is a barely audible rumble in its just, but for the moment, the most audible sound is the chain as it pulls sharply with the beast's every tug.

They are near a street light. The dog's saliva shines wetly on its teeth, on its black lips, its lower jaw in a faint foam.

[Victor Oseragighte] The foam is what catches HIS eye first. Victor's had a run-in recently with a rabies spirit. But they'd killed it. Surely... sent it back to slumber. Yet this was not at all natural. It's a domestic animal. Predators reacted like this to him, to some extent, but not with such utter madness. He glances aside to Roman and Sarah, to see what they made of this, without quite taking his eyes off of the snarling canine.

[Roman Turner] For his part, he had stepped back into the grass. After that, he began trying to pull on his gift to not be so visible.

(blur)

Whispering...

"Ain't natural."
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 8) [WP]

[Roman Turner] His logic was, best to fade away and slip up behind the pair if he could circle without the dog detecting him. And he hoped Victor held that dog's hate long enough for that to happen.

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] Sarah lifts her legs off the ground. It's a natural human thing to do when a snarling dog comes towards them. Her flats reach the bench and she rises on it to sit on the back brace instead. Her gaze doesn't leave the dog, but her voice called out, strained now with her effort not to growl back at it. As it was her lip and nose had curled, twitched.

"You had better take that mongrel home," she's telling the owner, but staring at the dog.

[Victor Oseragighte] He thinks to split the dog's attention and confuse it a bit, circling carefully to the left, away from Roman and Sarah, keeping his eyes still on the angry pup as he does so. "Think she's right. Could bite somebody. Be trouble."

[Kunikos] Everyone's attention is on the dog - so what they don't see -

well.

They don't see it.

They hear it though. A seething hissing sibilant laugh.

"We aren't a mongrel."

The dog has stopped lunging and the man is by its side. The chain is gripped in one hand, which lowers slowly to the beast's withers and sink into the flesh as Victor circles carefully to the left. The man's eyes, sharp, red-rimmed and hugely dilated moves to follow him, his mouth moving in a sickly grin - his teeth sharp like a canines.

"And we like to bite."

His arm is sunk into the dog, his back shifted and hips cocked back, though for all the fact it should be unnatural on a human, somehow the angles look just fine, as if the man's body has shifted, shortened in places, lengthened in others, just for this purpose.

Where there was once a dog, once a man is a single beast. Ungainly, large and lopsided, but oddly whole.

[Roman Turner] That's all it took for him. The shift came while he had faded off in to the dark to circle around. Victor was moving the other way. There were three of them counting Sarah and now one weird ass enemy. Roman snapped up to war form and drew on Resist Pain as he picked up his pace to get behind the thing.

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] First thing is first.

"Fuck."

Then: She slides over the back of the bench in a quick blink of an eye, putting the seat between herself and the man that isn't a man anymore, and the dog that's part of the beast. It was sort of horrific to watch that, completely unnatural - as if Garou are, anyway.

It's there that she shifts to Glabro, the seams of her clothes tearing with the gained mass.

[Victor Oseragighte] "Funny that," Victor comments quietly as he continues to circle, around toward their right flank. No sign of people, that was good. Muscles swell as he slides toward Crinos as well now, and he forces out a handful of guttural, syllables. "So do we."

[Kunikos] The thing lunges.

(initiatives!)

[Victor Oseragighte] (( + 9 + 10 (SotF) = +19 ))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] + 6
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1

[Roman Turner] +8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1

[Kunikos] (+7)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10

[Kunikos] Victor
Kunikos
Roman
Sarah

Declare in reverse order!

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] Glabro to Crinos.

Grapple.

[Roman Turner] Diving in from behind, hopefully.

1a Claw
1b Claw
1r Claw again!

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] Intel + brawl
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] Glabro - Warform.

Claw - Called shot: Closest head.

[Kunikos] 1a. Dog: Bite Victor
1b. Owner: Punch Sarah
Rage: Dog: Bite Victor

[Victor Oseragighte] Victor's not much for being bitten, but if he can keep its attention then his companions of the moment can hopefully deal with it more easily. He goads the dog, snarling back while trying to keep just beyond its snapping jaws.

1 Dodge bite
R1 Dodge bite

[Kunikos] Bite Victor!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 6, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)

[Victor Oseragighte] Not be bitten!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 6, 6, 7, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Kunikos] switch punch Sarah to claw Sarah +1 diff
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 6, 6, 8 (Failure at target 7)

[Roman Turner] 1a...claw monster thingie!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1

[Roman Turner] damn
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 4, 5, 6, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Roman Turner] 1b claw!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1

[Roman Turner] damn
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 5, 5, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Kunikos] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] Claw
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 6, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 8)

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 5, 6, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Kunikos] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Kunikos] bite Victor!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 5, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)

[Victor Oseragighte] He waggles his fingers at the dog's maw, even as he backs away a bit, hoping one half will go after him and throw off the other half...
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 5, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Kunikos] damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Victor Oseragighte]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Victor Oseragighte]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 4, 10 (Failure at target 7)

[Roman Turner] 1 r claw creature feature!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 5, 6, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Roman Turner] damn
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Kunikos] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[Kunikos] The beast snaps at Victor and claws at Sarah, it's misshapen body keeping its balance, human legs wide spread, its combined weight shifting and moving as it too, shifts and moves.

It is not very agile - ungainly, but solid.

Sarah's claws scrape at the human's face, and leaves a small line across his cheekbone. The man-thing grins widely at her, showing rows of perfectly sharp teeth and a leathery looking tongue.

Roman's first attack does no damage. In the first second of the battle, the only blood drawn is that single line of crimson across a high human cheekbone.

--

Victor gets cocky. Wags a finger at the dog. The dog leaps as the human body leans forward. It moves as one, though they appear to be distinct. One mind, one body.

The dog-head tears through the Wendigo's wrist, shredding tendon and arteries, veins and cracking bone. The judge's confidence was misplaced, but he is quickly revenged. Fate digs his claws into the man-side, tearing through the flesh between the ribcage and hipbone, shredding intestine and kidney, letting out a wash of black blood and viscera.

The fomor-thing never makes a sound - it is as if it does not feel the pain. But the grinning joker's head does turn, the human face moving to face the young Child of Gaia. Blood flecks its teeth and tongue as it smiles.

(Initiatives!)

[Kunikos] 7
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8

[Roman Turner] Init +8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] + 5
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] [wait ! doh!]

[Victor Oseragighte] (( + 17 ))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] I forgot wits. + 7
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9

[Kunikos] Victor
Roman
Kunikos
Sarah

Declare in reverse order!

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] Split:
Claw.
Claw.

[Kunikos] 1a. Bite Roman!
1b. Claw Sarah!
Rage: Bite Roman!

[Roman Turner] The head turned to him, smiled and his lips pulled back from gleaming white teeth with very long, very pointy white canines in a silent snarl and he dove in all claws and teeth.

1a claw thingie
1b bite thingie
1r claw thingie

[Victor Oseragighte] The creature's ferocity catches him off guard and ignites his own. lips curl back from his teeth and his jaws open to return the favor, fighting through the pain of his ruined arm. He'd show the thing it was a mistake to turn its back on him!

1a Bite
1b Claw + WP
R1 Bite

[Victor Oseragighte] Bite!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 6, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)

[Victor Oseragighte]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Kunikos] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Victor Oseragighte] Claw!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 4, 5 (Success x 1 at target 6) [WP]

[Victor Oseragighte] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 7, 7, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Kunikos] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Roman Turner] 1a Claw thingie!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[Roman Turner] 1b bite thingie
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 4 at target 5)

[Roman Turner] damn
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 6, 7, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Kunikos] Bite Roman!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 5)

[Kunikos] damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Roman Turner] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Kunikos] Claw Sarah!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Kunikos] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] Claw 1a
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Kunikos] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] Claw 1b
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Kunikos] Victor chooses to join the fray, his damaged arm slowing him, but equally, fuelling his fire. He bites at the beast though the teeth barely scratch the surface, leaving a small puncture in the dog's flank. His claw is more successful, tearing free a chunk from the dog's shoulder. Blood pulses from torn arteries and the beast-thing only snarls.

Fate is less lucky. None of his attacks break the flesh and when the human's jaw unhinges, his facial structure elongating horrifically, he is able to tear a chunk of fleshy meat and muscle, ligaments and bone. The disgusting sound of chewing follows, even as it strikes out at Sarah. Though the blow hits, it does not tear the flesh.

The Silver Fang is unharmed. She is war-formed and she is near the beast. She dives her claws into the damaged flesh and organs of the spilt guts and tears deeper into the already gushing wound.

Her claws hit spine.

The beast had not appeared to feel pain, so none had any concept of the magnitude of its injury, how close to death it might be. Though bleeding from several devastating blows, it moved as if combat had not yet started and its skin was whole.

Therefore it is somewhat of a shock when all its limbs and muscles go flaccid and it drops to the ground, stone dead.

It lays crumpled, dog curled on its side, the human body bend and folded like a rag doll. The heavy stench of blood and torn viscera couples with the smell of fresh defecation, of loosed bladders.

Battle is not silent, even if the participants are. There is the sound of rending flesh, of moving bodies. Gasping air, muted snarls or growls.

Now, suddenly. It is silent.

[Victor Oseragighte] He snarls as he stands over the fallen fomor and looks to the other two, ruined arm held to his chest.

-HT- "We need to get rid of this thing. How are you doing, Roman?" He had seen the wound dealt to the CoG, more grave than his own even perhaps, but also noted that it did not seem to overly affect him.

[Sarah Madison Kerensky] Like any Fang, her fur is a brilliant colour and the blood looks pretty on it. She steps back, ears flicking back and a small, confused growling whine coming from her as the thing collapses after her claw drives through deep enough to leave her forearm wet and bloodied.

Victor asks what they're going to do with the sack of still warm meat, with its foul stench making her hackles rise. Her ears flick forward, attention shifting from him to Roman, taking in the wounds. She had not noticed, so much, the way that they had been damaged, not until now, in the aftermath, when she's not focused on being the better foe.

High Tongue: "Park trash cans, then cart it out." The bags within the park trash cans, she means.

[Roman Turner] He had used his Gift to Resist Pain, so it was going to suck when that was gone. Still he had enough wits about him to bend and start dragging the body into the bushes.

"Let's get it out of sight and start dismembering. Cans are a good idea. I will call for help in disposing of it."

He touched Victor on the shoulder, tugging with his other arm on the thing.

Attempting Mother's Touch on Victor.
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 5 (Success x 1 at target 6) [WP]

[Victor Oseragighte] He relaxes as the pain bleeds from his body like his red red blood, flesh knitting back together almost entirely by the grace of Unicorn. Nodding his gratitude to the CoG he moves to help him with his task, glancing to Sarah briefly.

-HT- "Keep a watch, make sure we're not disturbed, and then we can all carry this out."