Seeker howls long and loud.

From Center of the Caern, Seeker can be heard to howl, ~Garou of the Hidden Walk, hear me! Minions of the Wyrm encroach on the bawn, we go to war tonight to defend our home! To Revel!~

Three-Blades snaps her ears forward at the Wyrmfoe's howl, fighting the urge to join in with a warcry.

After the announcement from the Warder, White Bear is likewise up to crinos, the dedicated steel Warspear in paw after he shifts. He joins Seekers Howl for war, the Ahroun looking ready for it.

After impatient fretting during the cracking of the bone, Reggie adruptedly brightens at the prospect of action.

Olga gets creakingly and rather regretfully up from her blanket, glancing over at Layne as she does, stretching the kinks of her shoulders and legs. She looks down at her cubs and says a few tired words to them, then waits for her Alpha to lead on.

Alicia glances upwards as Seeker howls, then lets out a her breath, turning her attention towards the bawn. "Then we shall stomp the Wyrm into the ground and cleanse the lands of Gaia! Remember when we lost our home the first time!" She shouts to her brothers and sisters. "Lets remind the Wyrm why we got it back, we are the Garou of the Hidden Walk!"

Kills-Wisely growls up to all before they leave. ~It is difficult to describe them... they moved in these... clouds. Gibbering black creatures that just ate and ate. The animals of the forest freeze in fear before them, they cannot run. We should hurry.~ With that he looks to the Wyrmfoe in a slightly questioning, but respectful manner, ~I can lead us back to where I saw them.~

Finds-The-Path snorts once shortly through his nostils, ready and willing to begin with, and further fueled by the emotive words of Seeker and Alicia.

Untangler starts to his feet, confused, eyes scanning the forest for signs of this danger. He settles down just as quickly though, tail held out straight behind him, paws dug into the dirt, tense, nervous, and ready for action.

Todd nods to his Elder, looking over to Sidhe. He smiles a bit, and reaches both hands into his jacket. He seems to have full confidence in her.

Sidhefuil, already in her warshape, lets loose a vicious snarl before she swings her head toward Olga. ~Pieces of shit will not get any closer than they have.~ She drags claws through the dirt, before lumbering toward the others who will Revel.

Three-Blades considers the report and then shifts down to lupus. The scar on her shoulder itches, and then rumbles, Lead away.

Olga follows Sidhefuil's lead, bulking up into Crinos and tumbling after her on all fours. She glances once back at her cubs but her worry is mostly gone, replaced by anxious anticipation of the coming fight. She flexes her claws.

Guards-Flame shimmers for a moment in a silvery embrace, then glances over towards Seeker, waiting for him to take the lead. She moves her way over towards him, throwing her head up high, bellowing out a loud roar towards the sky, to warn the minions of the Wyrm that hell is coming for them.

White Bear is a sucker for howls, and no sooner has Alica started a new one that the Ahroun joints that one as well, howling the Anthem for War and shaking the steel in the air once again. He looks turns around, looking for others to join the Galliard's howl for war.

Reggie straightens to his full height, which gets even higher as he transforms into crinos, and he roars ~The Wyrm shall feel our wrath!~, spittle flying from his mouth.

The Gatekeeper calls out to Michael and some of the others, ~You group, go to the eastern edge of the bawn and make sure we are not being attacked from more than one side.~ At first, there is some grumbling, but none question the Gatekeeper. He sends others to the north and south as well.

Finds-The-Path moves into formation not far behind his Tribal Elder, Guards-The-Flame.

Seeker nods to Kills-Wisely, then scans the crowd who are going to fight the things. ~I feel the rage from you at this invasion. It is good, use it, but control it. You all know what is at stake. We will not allow another trespassing on our caern, on my watch. Let us show them what they are dealing with!~ With another howl, he motions Michael to lead them forward, charging after him close behind.

Fights-For-Hope calls out again, ~Cubs, come to the center... you will stand here and help protect the Caern itself this night.~

Three-Blades joins in the howl with her own, but it's not long before she's up along with others near the front, running alongside the rest of the Revelers.

Michael looks to the Gatekeeper then the Wyrmfoe, and with a growl building in his throat runs off to the west to lead to the known enemy.

[Kills-Wisely pages to the room: Blanket warning: This is a GMed ONS. In such, there is the possibility of death. Should you be uncomfortable with that, now is the time to stay behind.

Seeker pages to the Caern: = Everyone is Inspired, yadda yadda yadda. :) Better results on WP checks, etc.]

Paws bulks all the way up into Crinos and moves his furry ass to the Center of the Caern. He then stands, facing the direction of the greatest threat.

Bawn: Western Forest(#3018RA)
Tall Sitka spruce and sequoia crowd around and above you. Many of the trees are old, their branches twisted into impossible shapes, trunks broad and draped with lichen, mosses and creepers. Tendrils of moss hand down from them like green spiderwebs, snaring the unwary with cold, ghostly fingers. The patches of younger growth are dense and pale, needles tinged with silver. Matted undergrowth huddles sullenly in the occasional small clearings, clutching with thorns and burrs at the legs of those who would pass. Deer seldom venture here, but the forest is full of rustlings, and tiny glints from wary, watchful eyes. The forest spreads out to the east, bounded on the west by Sunrise Road. From farther to the west, one can occasionally hear the distant sounds of the town of Kent's Crossing.
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[Fwiffo and the Revelers]
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Highway 22 Overgrown Path Sunrise Road Farmhouse Caern of the Hidden Walk Creek Central Bawn Southern Bawn Northern Bawn

The Revelers come from the Caern with much speed and determination, and their sight is soon filled by the so-called Gibbering Creatures. At least twenty of them, though an immediate estimate is not possible, they rampage forward in two equal clouds. These clouds come from roughly the direction of Kent Crossing, and remain about twenty feet away from each other in a purposeful fashion. Long before the Garou reach combat range they can see the beasts move into some woodland creatures that seem perhaps too terrified to get out of the way, and after the screams of the animals die, the clouds of creatures move on, leaving behing perfectly stripped bones. The groups can see even more forest creatures, even a deer... all staring at the approaching horde clouds with such wonderous fear that they can do nothing to retreat. As for the beasts themselves, it is difficult to get a good look at them in their groups, but they appear to be some kind of small inky black humanoids, long, thin, and bony bodies; swept back pointed ears; arms that could hang to the floor, but are in so much a flurry of action that they never do... and it is difficult to see just how long those claws they are sporting are, but one can tell that they only have two thick fingers on each hand. Their eyes are wide gray orbs set on an almost spherical head, and a mouth that appears impossibly wide and tall, even for this foul thing... and even then, those long needle thin teeth clearly should not fit inside it.

As the Warder travels toward the creatures with the rest of the sept, he growls out, ~Those of you in packs, remain together. Everyone else form into temporary packs.~

Finds-The-Path is quite firm, in body language at least, that he will stick with Guards-The-Flame, regardless of who else does or does not join that temporary pack.

Three-Blades headtilts at the command from the Wyrmfoe, before glancing to a former packmate -- Guards-Flame.

Untangler bounds quickly through the forest, though he tends occasionally to go through bushes rather than around, and it's obvious this isn't his native habitat. As he runs the wolf ripples and rumbles up into Hispo, now almost all of his uncertainty gone. He moves towards Three-Blades, the fool, at a quick tilt, tail low and glancing at her, asking permission to run with her.

Guards-Flame nods her head to Three-Blades and Finds-The-Path as she rumbles, sticking close to Seeker, giving a growl towards Reggie as well. ~Stick together. We'll pack and be the glory of this revel." She rumbles in confidence. ~Finds-The-Path, you stick slightly behind, we'll need you to heal if I'm unable to.~

Sidhefuil's lips peel back into a dark grimace, teeth glinting dangerously. The Fianna is fueled by a primal fury, but also the sheer disgust that those things have made it this far onto the bawn--especially now. Crouching low to the ground, near her packmate as the nasty things approach, eyes try to pierce the cloudy masses as she desperately tries to determine a weak point.

Untangler falls in with the group closest to him, and it doesn't take long to pick out the Alpha. He falls in next to Sidhefuil and whines to get his attention, and jerks his head off to the side. As soon as she looks at him the colour melts from his pelt to be replaced by the drab browns and greens of the forest. I go around? he asks the Fianna. Flank?

Fat-Ripper lumbers clumsily through the underbrush, right behind her Alpha, struggling to keep up, her large Crinos form an impediment to swift movement through the woods. She glares only briefly at the approaching Wendigo but doesn't drive him off.

Sidhefuil takes a quick moment to assess the Wendigo, then barks in confirmation. ~Flank.~

Seeker draws forth his kopsh and pauses, studying the figures in the clouds intently. He hopes that the combined effect of so many garou suddenly showing up will scare away any other animals that might be nearby. ~They are not true spirits, but they seem to use some kind of fear effect. Be strong and resist it!~ He points two fingers at Guard-Flame and Finds-the-Path, then points to the left flank of the nearest cloud. He points two more fingers at Rags and Three-Blades, then to the right flank. With another howl, he charges toward the center of the cloud, kopsh raised for attack.

[Fwiffo pages to the room: The clouds are sizeable, creatures crawling ontop of creatures. The individuals... no bigger than young middle school children, and much thinner.]

Defiant-Storm lopes in beside Sidehfuil's right side, in hispo form and showing off long, thin and sharp white teeth of her own. The Get's jaws snap and snarl, eager to test the strength of those fangs on the cloud of quarry. Her ears cock at the Strider's warning, and she bolsters herself, hopefully, against the effect. Then, she too charges at the cloud and picks out one at random to be the first target of her teeth.

Rags, moving off to the right as pointed, takes his time to eyeball the clouds. He charges to the right edge of the cloud, and throws a roundhouse punch through the cloud to see if individuals will get hooked and thrown out of the cloud.

Three-Blades meanwhile, shifts up to a bigger Hispo form and flanks Rags, jaws open and ready to catch what he tosses.

Moving to the left quickly, Guards-The-Flame rumbles to Finds-The-Path and heads onwards with her tribal brother, claws flashing quickly in a smooth blur as she attempts to tear into the dark creatures, hissing loudly in rage.

Untangler does as Sidhefuil instructs, tearing off through the woods at top speed with his head low, trying to reach around to the edge of the line of offenders, to get in behind.

Finds-The-Path hits only a short moment after his Elder, also breaking out the claws and raking them into the cloud.

Sidhefuil does not yet attack, but moves in closer to study the foul orb that zooms toward them. She doesn't strike, having seen the way these things stripped woodland creatures meat from bone, but remains within lunging distance. She growls, deeply, calculating. She moves to occupy a space that Horace, Signe, Josh and Olga aren't already occupying, so that all sides are, essentially, covered.

The two proto-packs make they way forward and almost by instinct split off when appropriate to meat the two globes of creatures. As you near the creatures suddenly Three-Blades, Sidhefuil, Guards-Flame, and Finds-The-Path stop short, wide eyed and whimpering... with fear.

The rest can feel this feeling of unease, but shrug off its effects. Signe and Seeker, if anything, appear to be strengthened by the effect, as they only become faster as they rush in. Seeker and Rags are the only two left of Seeker's proto-pack at this pivotal moment of collision with the enemies and their attempts at flanking fell apart at the crucially wrong time. As the Warder's Kopsh swings, severing one of the beasts cleanly in half, it emiting a scream that /is/ pain, five of the creatures erupt from the cloud and land on his body, driving him back with the shear force and trying to bite into his skin. Meanwhile Rags had more time with his manuver to see what was going on, but not enough time to get out of the way. As Reggie throws his punch the cloud he attacks changes direction and swarms over his arm, trying to pull the Crinos' considerable mass in with difficulty.

Meanwhile, the other proto-pack led by Signe's pack fares a bit better. Defiant-Storm rushes in and grabs one of the gibbering creatures in her teeth with such force that she snaps the creature in two... she then suffers the same effect Seeker did, six of the creatres leaping upon her body, driving her back a good couple of feet. That pack's sphere ignores the other attackers and continues towards Signe. Untangler moves to stand on the other side, mostly obsured from view to the others by the globe... the globe doesn't seem to notice its encroacher.

Fat-Ripper loses heart as her Alpha does, her charge brought up short, the small skittery creatures suddenly looking much more frightening than they did a moment before. She hesitates, starts again, and then breaks off to move more safely towards Defiant-Storm, all in the space of a half-second, leaping to grab a monster from her pelt with each hand, like a monkey picking lice from another's back. An angry, nine foot tall monkey, with daggers at its fingertips.

White Bear however, is full in his own bloodlust, Charging into the approaching swarm with the intent to skewer some of them in a very bad way before they reach his alpha. The white Ahroun howls as he goes, the War Spear seemingly intent on getting bloody.

Defiant-Storm aims those lethal hispo teeth of hers at one of the crawly creatures on her shoulder. A quick swipe of her head and a snap of her jaws is designed to dispatch the thing just as she did the first. With a blur of speed, claws attempt to swat at yet another climbing on her--going for the throat.

Finds-The-Path pages to Seeker, Guards-Flame, Rags, and Three-Blades: Pathfinders's tail ducks between his legs and he whimpers. Rather than move any further, he slowly retreats - not from the battle altogether, but back to a distance where he again feels safe enough to be of use to his pack.

Sidhefuil balks at the black tangle of toothy things and spins away to put some distance between herself and the globe. As she moves, though, she feels herself regaining ground and heart, and in a matter of minutes lunges back toward the thing, swinging wildly, claws and rage.

Seeker backs away from the cloud a bit, then blurs into action as he tries to hack at two of the dark shapes with his kopsh, hoping to shake off the others as he does. Growling in fear, Guards-The-Flame stumbles back a step in her approach, then calls upon her will to give her strength. If she can clear her head in time, she will dive once more forward into the fray, roaring loudly in frustration and anger. Three-Blades stops, staring blankly, her fur shivering on end. It's hard to fight the fox, but she does mentally when she remembers the spiders in the Zoo Umbra. A voice in her head shouts, 'Move! Move! Move!' Muscles twitch in hopes of being able to break the fear spell. Should she manage it, the ragabash immediately makes to latch onto Rags and help keep him from being sucked into the cloud. Pathfinders's tail ducks between his legs and he whimpers. Rather than move any further, he slowly retreats - not from the battle altogether, but back to a distance where he again feels safe enough to be of use to his pack. Gnashing his teeth in pain, Rags howls as he stands his ground as he gives a mighty yank of his arm, to jerk it free of the main mass of the cloud.

Untangler takes a few quick steps forward as quietly as a huge Hispo can, to grab one of the things by its quickly moving feet, and drag it back a few steps to be privately slaughtered. His eyes keep up, wide and fearful, ready to bolt should the same thing happen to him that's happened to Defiant-Storm.

Seeker's proto-pack definatly does better this time around. Rags rips his arm free in an impressive spray of blood and flesh... The arm can been seen down to the bone in places and not much outer flesh remains anywhere upon it. With his arm yanking out with such force, half of Seeker's proto-pack's sphere is flung away as well, five of the creatures flying away towards the startled Finds-The-Path and Sidhefuil, where they lay stunned for the moment. Sidhefuil catches one in midair, in a matter of speaking as it latches onto her chest and seems like it is trying to chew its way inside. This group's sphere, without enough creatures within it to keep cohesion, falls apart into individual creatures on the ground, looking alot less fearsome then a moment before. Seeker swings his mighty blade at a suddenly airborne creature, severing in cleanly in two, doing little to shake any of the creatures off of him in the meantime. Guards-Flame goes to move forward again, but for some reason, she just can't seem to push through the fear effect just yet.

In the other proto-pack, Fat-Ripper pushes through the fear effect and rears up to Signe, gripping into a creature that squirms in her grip mightily, after recieving a claw swipe from the creature for her trouble, she snaps the thing down the center, 'bones' hanging loosely in it's now dead body. Signe grabs the beast from her shoulder and in a blur of motion swings it away, half the creature being flung from her, the other half remaining within her mouth while her claws make short work of one clawing its way into one of her thighs. White Bear finds himself charging the swarm with a mighty gusto, claws and teeth at the ready he is almost a frenzy as he plunges into, and through the cloud of creatures. He lands on the otherside, face first on the ground, with four of the creatures still attached to him and blood and muscle showing clearly all about the Glass Walker's quite dazed body. As Untangler rips one of the creatures away from this sphere, it as well, reaches that critical point and loses cohesion, falling to individual creatures, which reveals that the Walker had killed two of them in his impressively vicious attack. Untangler finishes her target off quickly.

Three-Blades finds her way to Rags in less then optimal time to help the Uktena before the Uktena helps himself. She now stands beside the Uktena before three of the creatures on the ground and the four on Seeker.

Sidhefuil does her best to ensure that the creature now pinned to her chest does -not- chew on her. Her head jerks down at it, jaws snapping viciously and she spins claws at its back, trying to free it from her body.

Sidhefuil, also, howls shrilly in pain, blood streaming down her chest and making red fur redder.

Defiant-Storm's snarl is spitted out violently as she tries to dislodge the piece of remaining 'thing' in her mouth. After a hack and a cough, her attention returns to the creatures still clinging, and gnawing, on her. The Get bristles with rage, becoming a swift, upright blur as she attempts to buck a few off her back and destroy another two with claws and teeth as she comes back down.

Seeker snarls out a warning, ~Beware, their bite is poisonous!~

White Bear uses his force of will to burn of the daze, massive talon'ed Paws reaching to tear them off him as fast and brutally he can. And speaking of that furnace, he's darn near burning with rage at this point, blurring as he seeks to rip the intruders off his now bloody and torn into self.

Seeker tries to fight fire with fire, grabbing one of the forms attacking him and staring at it, trying to bring out its greatest fear. He tries to draw himself up to his tallest and most intimidating, wincing in pain from several wounds on his body. Guards-Flame continues to be stunned as she cowers once more, hesitant about rushing in. She rumbles loudly in her throat, shaking her head, then once more calls upon her will to Gaia to smooth her fear over. She hopes to snatch one of the creatures in mid air and choke it to death as she attempts to move once more into the fray, irritation eating at her last frustration. Three-Blades's eyes show twin bonfires of Rage as she literally explodes into action. The prone forms on the ground before her are ripped into without mercy by the hispo Gnawer, her red and ivory fur blurring with Rage as fang, claw and form speed around her immediate area. Pathfinder collects himself and, on all fours, charges directly toward the fallen creatures nearest to him. He stomps one clawed fore-fist down on top of one, hoping to crush it, then reaches out to claim another in his jaws, crushing down and shaking it furiously like it were a rag-doll. Rags, his arm looking more like a chicken drumstick well-chewed on than a arm should look, staggers and just catches his balance. Glaring at the enemy creatures about him, he makes an effort to keep on his feet, and flings the claws of his good arm at a creature.

Untangler pulls his teeth from around the monster he's pounced upon's throat, little bits of black dripping down from between his jaws. He looks smoothly up, scanning the fray, and if it weren't for the rage in his eyes you'd think he was perfectly calm. He takes off like a bolt, charging towards the swarmed White Bear to pull one of the creatures roughly down to the ground and off his pelt.

Fat-Ripper tosses one creature to the ground and sets about peeling more from Defiant-Storm's fur, ripping them off with her claws and biting down on them with her jaws. She pays less attention to the free-roaming ones than she probably should.

On Seeker's side he rears up and with a snarl that conveys pure rage cows the creature in his hand that curls up into a ball in Seeker's clutches, whimpering with a voice that sounds... too much like that of a scary child, one could sware they almost hear it say 'mommy' in its crying. Guards-Flame finally shrugs off the effect of the fear upon her, not quite able to snatch a creature in midair, there are never the less some nearby with Finds-The-Path to deal with, and she sets into one that goes to leap upon her but is caught in her jaws and wrenched painfully to death. Three-Blades sets down into one of the creatures on the ground before her with claws, stripping it of flesh with such malicious force that death is instantanious, one she goes to bite into however, leaps up onto her face and wraps it's long arms around her head, digging it's claws into the center of the back of Yi's skull, trying to split her head open like a walnut and the sharp claws definatly dig in quite deep. The raging Yi tries to bite at the creature on her face, but it is practically striding just atop her muzzle out of reach of her fangs. Her eyes flash red, and frenzy overtakes her. Pathfinder finally makes his move and it is frightening to behold, one creature crushed to immobility but not yet dead by a massive closed fist blow from the crinos, crying out loudly as another is rended to pieces within the Gaian theurge's jaws. Rags stumbles during his attack pretty baddly and a creature leaps on to his midsection and with sharp claws slices open the Uktena's stomach, some small amount of guts visible inside, but not spilling out just yet. Remarkably, this act which takes down Rags causes the crinos to fall forward, crushing the creature's bones beneath his body.

Over on Signe's side the massive Jarl of the Get spits out the broken body of her last victim, two clawed hands reaching two creatures and pulling them clean off of her body, one is flung away and the other remains gripped in the Crinosed Get's hand, craning its neck to bite at her wrist. Untangler rushes over to White Bear, who with a howl of unceasing rage has fallen to a blur of frenzy, rending three of the creatures apart almost instantaniously, the third being flung away further from Untangler. The Wendigo is not disuaded however and rushes over to end the live of the flung away creature with fangs and much gusto. Fat-Ripper assists Signe in clearing the rest of the beasts from his body, in that as she goes to take them away, the remaining two leap from Signe onto Fat-Ripper, clambering around to her back where they starting trying to bite directly into her spine. Sidhefuil ends the life of the one on her chest, who dies with a healthy chunk of her flesh in its gnashing teeth.

Untangler does the same thing to this creature he did to the last one, promptly snapping his massive teeth shut around its throat with all the prompt efficiency of an assembly-line worker. He turns his attention back to the rest of the combat, looking over his shoulder, and notices the frenzied Ahroun. He judges the battle to be winding down and so he takes a skirting path at a quick lope back to it, giving White Bear a wide berth.

Defiant-Storm, free of hangers on, takes the one in her claw and pins it to the ground while her jaws attempt to wrap around the thing's head and rip it clean off and fling it away.

Fat-Ripper howls as the monsters leap onto her back and find purchase in her fur, digging in with their teeth and exposing blood and muscle. She doubles over, trying to swing the things off, and lands on all fours. Her weight shifts as she changes forms, muscles all rippling and bulking as Crinos rips into Hispo, and the Gnawer begins rolling on her back, trying to crush or at least dislodge the things.

Sidhefuil, bloody chest pumping heavily as she regains breath and composure, swings her head around to target her next victim. When she's spotted her packmate and the two on her back, the Fianna barrels decicively in that direction, whipping a massive arm out to try and knock at least one of them off, and make short work of it.

White Bear, having killed all the things on him, goes for the next thing. He would kill all the things. Every last one of the things that where bad. The Towering white Ahroun surges to the next blur the frother 'thought' needed killed. Rabid with rage, just like some of the Gnawers said.

Seeker ignores the cowering child-thing for the moment and concentrates on attacking the other things surrounding him and his packmates. Two quick flashes of his kopsh strike out at two of the things clinging to him. Guards-The-Flame rumbles loudly and throws the creature she snagged down to the ground, shouting over her shoulder. ~Pathfinder, get to Rags, NOW. Heal him back and don't leave his side.~ She leaps towards Three-Blades, trying to yank the creature off her face. Three-Blades is seeing all red now, her head violently shaking to and fro, probably making it hard for Guards-Flame to tear it off. The Gnawer ragabash finally crushes her muzzle towards the ground, seeking to pin her attacker down like a starving dog trying to tear into the bottom of its food dish. The sheer mass of Rags' going down like a pile of bricks causes a minor earthquake. The Uktena is flat on the ground, in nearly the same condition as the creature turned into a pancake with his impact. Finds-The-Path flings the thing in his mouth aside and leaves the incapacitated creature beneath him to lumber quickly over to the fallen Rags. He places his large paws gently over the almost-non existant arm, closing his eyes and attempting use his Gaia-given gift of healing to return flesh and life to the fellow Garou.

As Finds-The-Path sets in to heal Rags, the Uktena bursts up to life, a mighty howl of rage to the sky and as the only moving target next to him he sees is Pathfinder, Rags throws his hands around his would-be healer's throats and begins to squeeze, spittle flying from his mouth into the healer's face.

Defiant-Storm makes a rather messy display of her final, now very dead, target. Fat-Ripper tosses onto her back, but with the constant rolling does little more than bruise up the creatures a bit, though with Sidhefuil's help at least one of the creatures is ripped away and after biting Sidhe on the arm's twice is wrenched in two. The one remaining on Fat-Ripper's back gets a few more nibbles in before being finally crushed under the rolling hispo. Seeker strikes gracefully with his kopsh, knocking one creature to the ground, and cleaving into another, which falls down dead. Guards-Flame can't get a good grip on the creature on Yi. Yi however, in her frenzy addled mind, starts headbutting the ground, over and over again until the red she sees in her eyes is her own blood, caused by rupturing right through the creature and smashing her head open on a rock. Guards-Flame is able at least hold Yi back enough to prevent her from smashing her brains open on the ground. The source of Yi's frenzy gone, she starts to calm... slumping to the ground breathing heavily, coughing up some blood here and there.

Seeker finally turns his attention to the last of the temp pack's targets - the one that he tossed off. Striding over to it, he coldly peers down before slashing at it with his kopsh. Brought back from the brink of death, Reggie shows his gratitude by throttling his healer. Pathfinder is taken completely by surprise, and since the last thing on his mind is to attack the one he just healed, he ends up doing little more than taking all given punishment without any serious retaliation. Now that Three-Blade's has calmed down, Guards-The-Flame decides to whirl around on Rags who loses it on Pathfinder. She throws out a punch from behind at the Uktena, trying to knock him over and off her tribemate. And meanwhile, Three-Blades remains sprawled out on the ground, dazed from bloodloss and just getting out of her frenzy.

Fat-Ripper heaves herself up off the ground and to her Hispo feet, looking not too much worse for wear except for the gashes and bitemarks dotting her back like a cheetah's spots. She looks groggily around, assessing the situation, and as soon as she spies the Ahroun frenzied in the other group, her stiffness vanishes and she takes off, pushing hard but still a ways away.

Untangler takes the relative lull in the fighting as an opportunity to wander around looking for movement amongst the dead creatures, quickly pouncing on any he finds still alive and ripping into them. The strange colour of his coat melts away and he's perfectly visible again, a big grey monster of a wolf.

Defiant-Storm, seeing no other enemy targets, does just like Fat-Ripper. The Get blurs up from hispo to crinos and stalks toward the Uktena to help pull him off the Gaian.

Sidhefuil growls fiercely as the creature breaks apart with some effort, then flings its severed body away. She begins to skirt the area to see if any remain, until she finds that the Wendigo is already attending to that. Her focus shifts quickly to the spitting and snarling Rags. She lumbers in his direction, but continues to scan the area distractedly.

Before Karl's larnyx is entirely crushed by Rags, Flame-Guarder's blow loosens the Uktena's grip, and Rags collapses back to the ground.

~Alright, now you can heal him.~ Guards-The-Flame says with a growl, before heading over towards Three-Blades to do the same.

White Bear staggers over the first two he killed, looking among the bodies until he finds where he left his toy. He's still breathing hard, his chest looking as lopsided as ever, as he he plants a paw on the top one, Yanking the warspear out of the two bodies. Using the blunt of the weapon as a staff, he staggers over to Signe, Rags and the rest. ~They are all dead?~ He manages between breaths.

The Wyrmfoe returns from his investigation of the last creature, before watching Guards-Flame's punch to Rags's head. The Warder lowers his kopsh with a surveying glance and rumbles, ~If they are not, they will be.~

Defiant-Storm sees the Uktena slump away from the Gaian, and so she begins to relax. The foul taste of the monkey-piranha makes her gag again and she spits something out, snarling with displeasure.

As Pathfinder is released from the Death Grip, he staggers back and also collapses to the ground, gasping for air.

Three-Blades finally does get back up, her head clearing from its red daze and her body knitting itself together slowly. One eye closed from blood stinging it, the Gnawer ragabash staggers up to her paws and looks around as well at the carnage.

Rags rolls flat on the ground, back over the pancaked critter, and his mangled arm hangs loosely. Slowly, the regenerative powers given Garou by Gaia heal up the rift in his stomach.

Sidhefuil dwindles down to wolf as she continues to catch her breath, and slinks across the battlefield in search of one of the creatures' bodies that isn't too terribly mauled. She sniffs at it, shoves it over carefully with a paw, studying the thing with a morbid sort of interest.

Untangler comes loping back towards the others, his form sliding down from a great beastly monster to one a little more unassuming. The wolf pads to White Bear and Seeker, answering their question as best he can with a satisfied chuff. All I can find. He paws at the ground a little, still anxious, but this time an eager anxiety about him, unlike the nervousness he showed at the moot. I'll go back and tell the others, he announces, before taking a few cautious steps towards the east, ready to return should anyone yell at him.

White Bear gathers the air, tipping his muzzle up and letting out the Howl of Elation, shaking the spear in the air. Not so exhausted that he can't celebrate, it seems.

Fat-Ripper breaks off her run towards the Gaian Theurge when he's released, coming up short and panting. She tenses and a ripple passes through her back, a shiver, like someone'd stepped over her grave, and then she shakes out her fur, blood going spinning off her back. She pounds her way heavily back towards her Alpha, addressing her in quiet greeting once she gets close. ~Sidhefuil-rhya.~

Three-Blades growls something under her breath before she gazes up towards the sky. ~We will need to find out how much damage has been done by these little monsters.~

Sidhefuil seems relieved to see her packmate whole, but winces when she greets her. Perhaps it's the formal title of 'rhya'...perhaps it's the still-wide hole in her chest. The Fianna jerks her muzzle at Fat-Ripper, then indicates the body of the creature on the ground. Look at this. Never seen one before.

White Bear finishes his howl, looking around to all the other garou. He growls outloud, stalking off for the Caern. ~At least some of us still know to revel...~

Fat-Ripper stops and looks down at the miniature monster, as instructed, then looks up at Sidhefuil. Her eyes look slightly off, she's tense. ~Me neither,~ she replies. ~Their bites are like fire. Sidhefuil-rhya, I think I'm sick. Poisoned.~

Three-Blades snorts at White Bear, before deciding to throw up her own howl of all-clear.

Sidhefuil teeters a little as well, almost as if inebriated, and answers her packmate with snarls through gritted teeth. Need healing, and clean water. Eyes squint as they go searching for another Theurge, or a Gaian to assist Fat-Ripper.

Defiant-Storm's expression would echo Fat-Ripper's, if the Get didn't always scowl anyway. Still, she seems capable of standing on two legs, despite injuries and poison. ~I'll see if I can find someone,~ she says, turning back towards the caern.

Untangler disappears into the woods to the east at a quick, eager pace, ears up and tail high, going to spread the good news. They're dead, and we're not. Hurrah!

Finds-The-Path groans and rises from the ground, rubbing at his huge Crinos brow with a palm as he sits up.

Fat-Ripper lumbers along after Sidhefuil, not really nearly as badly off as she make out she is. ~Need a Cleansing,~ she rumbles her agreement. She's sidetracked from her trail following her Alpha by a tiny black corpse, and she goes up to it and sticks her nose down, sniffing at the vile creature, puzzling over it. ~Fomori?~ she asks, idly, without much conviction.

Three-Blades rumbles again, spitting blood out from her throat, before making her rounds on the pieces of monster littered through the area. She nudges a cleaved half of one, before picking it up delicately in her hispo jaws and moving it to a clear spot to set down. The ragabash does cleanup, heaping piece after nasty piece into a pile.

Finds-The-Path gets to his all four feet, and starts to assist Three-Blades with the cleanup, albeit slowly.

Cleanup continues until all the dead things are piled up. Three-Blades sits after it's done, her bloody ruff still slick. Wonder how well these things burn, she mentions aloud. But, considering the location, the Warder would be all too unhappy to have fire spreading through the western bawn.

Sidhefuil also sticks her muzzle down close to the body that Fat-Ripper finds, and with a flick of an ear expresses that it seems close, but she doesn't think it's Fomor. She seems determined to puzzle it out, though, but also seems concerned as to the condition of her packmate.

Fat-Ripper pulls her nose out of the corpse and puts it up to the air, frustrated that the solution to the enigma doesn't just conveniently present itself. ~They're Wyrm,~ is all she can figure out, or think she can. ~I think,~ she admits a few moments after. The heavy Theurge takes a few quick lopes out to the west further. She turns back to Layne and looks at her expectantly, pleadingly. ~Let's see where they came from,~ she asks her. ~Won't be hard.~

~I will leave you all to it,~ Pathfinder says, making as though he is about to return to the Caern. ~Good hunting, this night.~

Sidhefuil now seems reluctant to abandon the body before she can examine it more fully and record it in some fashion, but lopes toward Fat-Ripper curiously. The path near the river gets a hard, threatening stare. Alright.

Three-Blades chuffs lightly. Well, while you two scout out the details...