Originally Posted by Erin
"Othellooooo!" she whined loudly as she picked herself up off the ground. "Hold still and let me heaaaalll yooouuu!"
And in a flash, Othello was back, and he was gripping Erin's arm, too tight, too hard. In all of her years, Erin had never seen Othello in quite such a state. He'd taken an attack of Privateers on the wedding with far greater equanimity.
"Erin. Get out
. Promise me. I'll break the pledge right now, whatever she has you in." Othello said, his voice fast and desperate. His ears were pressed flat against his skull. But he had a Cheshire Cat grin on his face, entirely too mad, too manic. "But go
. Alice is my problem. Please...
Originally Posted by Underwood
“With all respect, Miss Pleasant…you’ve just chosen to tango with the wrong crowd.”
Cinder turned her head to regard Underwood, her face no longer even remotely human. Where Cinder had been, now stood nine feet of towering, malignant muscle. Claws like a nightmare, a slavering maw, all covered in long, russet fur. Underwood was perfectly monstrous himself, of course.
But the one who was the truest monster here was not Cinder and it was not Underwood. Perhaps Reynarde could lay claim to that title. But she had competition from an altogether different creature. Mary Mack was not some long-limbed horror from a primordial time, or else a dieselpunk abomination from a mad mechanic's mind. She looked like a teenager, a seventeen-year-old girl who desperately needed a haircut. Until, that is, she hissed, more like a furious cat than anything with a human throat, and she lunged at Cinder. She didn't seem to move
, just slicing across the ground like a whip-crack, knocking Cinder back, wrapping arms far too strong for their slender appearance around Cinder's throat. She must have weighed one fourth as much as Cinder did, was shorter than her by almost half. But it didn't matter to the vampire.
"Chyort chyort chyort...
" Sasha was swearing, sulperously, under his breath. All these problems, and him pledge-bound twice-over. He left his shot-gun where it was, and drew instead a long canister from his jacket. "Seryozha, cover me. If things go bad, put a bullet in her head."
He ran up towards Cinder, and when she was quite close, Sasha sprayed whatever was in that canister right in the rampaging werewolf's face. Now, this was not just any pepper spray. This was what they called Bear Mace. It was stronger, more concentrated, and was used, as a matter of fact, to make a rampaging bear reconsider its options. It could send a human being straight into anaphylactic shock. Cinder certainly felt it, howling in sudden pain.
Mack, being dead, couldn't care less.
Heather decided to add to Cinder's many problems now. She'd run after her boyfriend, even if she wasn't entirely sure what
she was supposed to do. She paused for a moment, when the cloud of pain trailed in front of her, flashing lights and nerve-jarring noises. But Heather leapt past it, and she did what she was very good at doing. To wit, delivering a sharp kick to Cinder's hip, a flying leap from which Heather recovered much more quickly than the others. Were Cinder only human, this would've sent her crashing down. As it was, the werewolf grew only more enraged.
Cinder tried to snap at Mack, to bring those jaws to bear on something that she could hurt
, but she couldn't quite manage it. The smaller vampire was too fast, too strong, and Cinder could only barely see now. She was a great bear, bedeviled by bees.
Mary Mack grapples Cinder.
Sasha uses Bear Mace on Cinder. She suffers a -5 to all rolls.
Sergei gets out his sniper rifle and starts aiming. He gets a +1 bonus to attack for each round he spends aiming.
Heather socks Cinder for 5B.
Cinder attempts to bite Mack, fails to deal any damage.