March 2005 Revel: Highway Smog Bane
3/24/2005
06:53 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.
Center of the Caern
This is the central point of the 30-meter-wide clearing. The ground is a mixture of dark, rich, muddy soil mixed with clay, though there is an occasional patch of grass. At the center rests a large white boulder, immovable even by the strongest crinos. The boulder is shot through with streaks of quartz that produces scintillating colors when light strikes it just right. It is, for lack of a wholly adequate word, beautiful.
Around you, twenty yards in every direction, stretches the caern. To the southeast, a waterfall plummets over the edge of the chasm into a small pool in the caern; nearby, to the southwest, steam comes from cracks in the ground, perhaps some of the same water. Northwest, a rocky spar juts out of the ground at a low angle, showing a sloping but smooth top. The chasm walls narrow a bit to the northeast, causing some of the mist to swirl in that area.
Contents:
Howls-For-Glory
Endures
Emma
Red
Obvious exits:
Rock Slab Windy Spot WaterFall Steam Vents
From the rock outcropping, Untangler does indeed have a tail and it's beating back and forth fit to burst. The other's mood is as infectious as flu in a shelter, and Untangler is quickly bouncing around and playing with Rags as well, meeting his nips snap for snap but always in a playful and docile way, still in the back of his mind worried about upsetting or overexerting the Ahroun with the moon so full.
Three-Blades returns to the center of the caern after having made a quick catchup with her packmates, and communicating with them her intentions to join the Revel. When the Gnawer ragabash returns, she looks and sniffs about at those who are staying behind. Still the tension from the argument between Guards-Flame and Fights-for-Hope weighs on the back of the Gnawer's mind, and she paces about restlessly in the spot where Resonance's members had been.
Emma had been deathly silent through out the moot, her posture tense and rigid. Even as tempers flared and her own tribesmate became a center of attention, she remained withdrawn and focused on something else entirely. A dark lust simmers in her gaze, and she looks as coiled as an agitated viper about to strike.
Endures merely radiates restless energy, the usual sort that the Silver Fang does. She finally forces herself to sit down, her tail thumping against the group and a low growl coming from her. She raises her muzzle to look toward the sky, studying the moon hanging in the sky for a moment.
Three-Blades stops her pacing long enough to look out over the gathered Garou again, with the Silver Fang's bright coat standing out from the rest of the crowd. And at that the ragabash stares.
Howls-For-Glory occupies himself by taking silent stock of those who're gathered. His gaze passes over Untangler, Three-Blades, Emma and Endures-Pain before he goes back to pacing. Hope for Wyrm-things, he rumbles to his packmate.
From the rock outcropping, It's not many times he bounces circles about Untangler until Rags takes a rest, tongue a red ribbon hung out of his muzzle. When, how, what, he demands of Untangler in staccato, overexcited yips.
As things begin to settle and official conversation and debate end, Emma rises up and shifts anxiously into the war farm. ~Are we done talking now?~ comes the tense, growled out voice of the young Ahroun, as if the talking were an inconvenience to the more important part of the evening. ~There is the wyrm to combat! I will show you to it, and we can do, finally, what Gaia intended us to do! Destroy it!~ The Crinos lets out a bellowing growl and begins a quick, determined stride towards the waterfall. ~Let's go!~
Kills-Wisely is a lone wolf at the moment, having missed out on a potential pack for himself. So alone he stands, but ready and willing if the slightly raised hackles and the perked ears show anything.
Endures howls in answer to Emma's call bursting up into war form and raising her muzzle to the sky again. Though a theurge, she still has Rage and it is apparent tonight as she snaps her jaws restlessly. ~We go!~ she shouts.
Three-Blades swivels her eyes off of Endures as the Wyrmfoe calls out to the others once more. The others rise to warform, but the ragabash keeps to the compact lupus, blunt claws scratching a short X into the ground. Her ears flatten back, then jump forward in anticipation as she belts out a short howl.
Howls-For-Glory follows the example of the others, taking the warform. He lets out a howl, tossing his head back and calling out to Luna.
From the rock outcropping, Untangler is about to explain all this when the call to battle is angrily sounded: he jumps up, toes splayed and slightly nervous. I'm a wolf! is all he manages to Rags before he goes tearing off away from him, towards the pool, and then darting back towards the Uktena, excited and eager, bouncing about.
Red's Forward Command(#3015RFJs)
Spirit spiders, sheathed in glistening bands of steel, streak across this bleached grey swath of webbing. In a continuous blur of spindly legs and lurid, red eyes, the spiders streak by with a whine like the scream of torn aluminum. The webbing itself is corded and wound together into an almost smooth sheet of calcified reality. Branded into the skin of Gaia, this band of white-grey order tightens painfully around Her world. Beneath the stiff sheet, spirits cry out from their concrete prisons.
To the south lay the seeming behemoth stands of trees that is the bawn, towering over the south like rows of green skyscrapers. The division between the woods and the throughway is 15 foot swath of barren soil, looking streaked black from runoff from the highway. On the other side of highway is a similar band of absence, before it gives rise to the weak forest to the north.
Contents:
Stone-Spirit
Howls-For-Glory
Obvious exits:
Out
Red says "The typical 'GM's warning': This is an ONS. Serious character injury, and even character death is possible, and by participating you are consenting to these possibilities. If you do not wish to risk serious injury or death of your character, then please feel free to leave now. Now. With that out of the way..."
Stone-Spirit charges to the waters of the pools, the others following behind. In anxious concentration, the Ahroun focuses upon her image and steps hurriedly into the Umbra. The rest follow, tension and eagerness in their forms, until one by one they all fade out of view in the caern, and reassemble within the shadow. Pointing her nose towards the direction of the beast she had earlier discovered, Stone-Spirit begins the charge. ~This way, let's /go/!~ It is as if the Ahroun cannot get to the battle quickly enough.
Howls-For-Glory passes through the gauntlet, shaking his head as if he'd fallen into a deep pool of water. Before him runs Endures-Pain. The former lets out another howl, this one born of eagerness as Stone-Spirit points the way.
Endures-Pain seems to be almost searching as she runs after Stone-Spirit, a searching look on her face as the theurge lopes along. When her packmate howls, she joins in with him, both filled with fury and joy as they run.
Three-Blades pierces through the Gauntlet, pausing in wait of the others and making small counts as she bulks up to a Hispo form. The ragabash calls upon her gifts, her outline blurring along the edges to those not immediately looking at her, as well as her scent diminishing significantly in moments. Once the Wyrmfoe is off and running, the Gnawer runs after and does her best at keeping up.
As they approach the Highway, the air grows increasingly stagnant, and the sharp odour of exhaust becomes almost overpowering to those with Lupine noses. Balls of light streak down the highway, eventually being discernible as mammoth weaver spirits thundering down the umbral representation of the interstate. They all move along in a clockwork manner in a rare sight of perfectly concerted traffic, and one can feel the shake of their wake as they go, even from a distance. It doesn't take much to figure that stepping in their path is ill advised.
Like the haze of a morning in the city, a layer of dirty fog stretches over and around the interstate, save where the the spirits on the highway form voids behind them as they race along. A great thickening of this smog is gathered on the shoulder, so thick that one can't see through it even with the intense light of Luna above. Like foul storm-cloud it brews, a face occasionally forming on the surface of the mass before sinking into the depths of the spoiled pool of air like a whale diving below water.
~The stench of the wyrm grows stronger here,~ Endures-the-Pain informs the group as they run toward the thick smog. She takes a position along the right flank of the pack, flexing her claws.
Untangler waits for Rags at the breach between one world and the next, and he doesn't start off after the Wyrmfoe until he's arrive and off as well, so that the two form the smallest of packs. He doesn't do it by order or thought, all he does is follow and run. His pace is quick and easy, the nervousness he might otherwise be feeling beaten down by the excitement of this form. As the smell of their destination grows though and blots out the forest's scents, the Ragabash slows behind the Wyrmfoe.
Howls-For-Glory growls, sniffing at the air. ~Unclean,~ he comments, taking a spot closer to the fore of the group in his eagerness.
Perhaps seeing the two alone, Kills makes his way to be near Untangler and Rags almost in an instintive motion. He sniffs at the air, unpleased by what he finds despite any gifts to enhances his senses to the supernatural.
Three-Blades keeps pace long enough until the Wyrmfoe stops, and looks to the chosen ahroun leader for the next step. She sniffs in the direction of the umbral fog and stagnant air, coughing once to betray her presence.
Stone-Spirit brings up a fist, one clawed finger extending to point out at the conglomerate of swirling grey. Her lips peel up into a fierce snarl and a low growl echoes in her throat. ~It /is/ the cloud. That is our beast.~ She seems to chomp at the bit for just a moment, before calling out a redundant, ~Destroy it.~ That spoken, she moves in with a snarl, ~Crescent moons, find us a weakness!~ Though she herself does not wait for such, and charges in with claws blazing.
Last over the breach, Rags takes up the trailiing edge of the Garou eager on their prey. He repeatedly snaps at the air, anticipatory of action, even occasionally aiming a nip at Untangler. When he sights the darkness, his hackles raise, and he snarls at it.
Three-Blades clips off a bark of warning at the Wyrmfoe, her ears pinning back for more than a second as she examines the Wyrmy cloud. A second glance is sent towards the direction of Rags, and then over the others for a seer to step up and actually discern some kind of weakness within the spirit.
Untangler is momentarily stunned at the sight of the highway, the rapid buzz of spirits moving along and the noxious fumes that spill out from it. He shakes his head though dismissing the smell and his own thoughts and he looks to the two Ahroun near him, following their collective lead until the Wyrmfoe gives her order, at which suddenly given purpose he breaks away and puts on all his speed, charging straight towards the thing, flabby muscle suddenly taught as a rod as with quick-springing steps he strains to be the first to meet it.
Kills-Wisely seems unsure of the intended foe, but he is quite eager to bring his natural weapons to bare. Moving along with Rags and Untangler, more near them then quite apart of them, he never the less gets caught up in their enthusiasm. ~Aim us, and we will strike at the heart of it!~ He calls to the Wyrmfoe, Theurge, or whoever is willing to give more defined orders.
Howls-For-Glory lets out a howl, likewise eager to face the creature before them. ~Find us a way!~
~An elemental of the wyrm,~ Endures-the-Pain calls out, looking as thought she's thinking hard and fast. ~Try and avoid breathing the fumes. It -can- be hurt.~ In a lower voice, she adds, ~I think.~ Either way, she moves forward.
The spirit continues to sit placidly in it's place until Emma charges over the breach that separates the 'shoulder' of the highway and the forest. The Face surges to the surface, appearing to watch her for no more than a half of a tick before the whole mass surges at her like a torpedo, breaking over the Get like a giant wave, leaving semiburnt skin in it's wake. By the time Untangeler arrives it has re-gathered itself into a vaguely two armed, two legged form, halfway between the forest and I-90. The Get's claws don't appear to have hurt it, but do run smack into it like the cloud was at least partially solid.
Howls-For-Glory growls. ~Avoid breathing. Good.~ He runs forward, to add his attack to Stone-Spirit's own. He lashes out with his claws at the creature.
Three-Blades listens to Endures carefully, and turns back to the cloud in time to see the Wyrmfoe get crashed upon. The Gnawer's lips peel back, and she shifts up to the warform.
Seeing the foe take a form that he doesn't seem to agree with, Kills-Wisely decides to bring a gift of the Wendigo to bare. A strange whistling sound that seems like just a really high pitched and steady howl comes from his almost closed lips. As the Wendigo Ahroun makes this call, a cold chill wind approachs fast towards the side of the spirit. Kills continues to approach, but he is slowed by his calling upon Wendigo's breath.
Suddenly flummoxed by the quick shift in form and movement Untangler has to make an abrupt change in course. His plan stays the same but he seems less sure about it now: still there is about him a sense of automation, like he isn't really thinking, just moving on instinct and habit. Bulging up into the heavier Hispo he smashes towards the creature but doesn't attack with more than a nip, trying to draw its attention down to target his fast form rather than the other Garou.
Stone-Spirit lets out a vicious growl as the cloud-beast crashes over her, her body arching against the sudden rush of pain. It makes her hiss, and enrages her to turn immediately back on the foe- even more eager to return the favor. Once more she strikes out with her claws, but instead of simply raking them at the form, she seeks to clench and tear pieces of smog-flesh away.
Endures-Pain shifts down to hispo herself, seeming to agree with this course of action by Untangler. Taking a slow breath in, she flanks around Untangler to the right further still, launching herself toward the thing to rip at it with fierce sharp claws. There's a hint of distraction to her movements, as if she's still thinking hard.
Regarding the amorphous form flowing about, Rags spends hardly a second on a game plan, other than to shift upwards into Crinos and march towards it, his asymmetrical arms held out, claws ready to rend it into more forms not of the thing's choosing.
As Michael uses the gift, the Spirit grows long, wisps of foul air being blown off of it to no real detriment of it's condition. The spirit is as lithe and agile as the air it moves through, slipping along past Cole, who's claws fail to penetrate the mass to any success. Horace, however, manages to Catch the elemental firmly with his teeth, a resounding groan like a furnace firing at once shaking the air. The Wendigo is sent into the air like a bird abruptly as a column of foul air blows him upward and holds him there. With the spirit mostly still for the moment, Jana's claws go into the spirit, but pass through like a candle through smoke. Reggie does slightly better, claws slowing as they pass through, enraging the spirit enough that it recoils around and swings it's limbs at him like a baseball bat. It passes uneventfully through Reggie, the limbs not stopping as they move through Jana likewise without event.
Howls-For-Glory growls in frustration, his eyes flashing with fury. He begins lashing out to try and rip the gaseous beast to shreds in a flurry of motion.
Untangler squirms and wriggles in the air, spinning over, whirling around, struggling to find ground again. Like Antaeus when his paws lose contact with the earth and falling doesn't right the problem he seems to lose all sense and strength, whimpering madly and vainly trying to paddle his way through the air like water. The massive creature writhes and coils on the winds as surely as a fish on a line.
Kills-Wisely seems, even if the effect was negligable, strengthed in his resolve by the chill breeze. Melting up into the hispo and all with rage-blurred speed the Wendigo comes forward, attempting to leap through the beast, mouth open to snap and claws spread to his sides ready to rend.
Endures howls in fury, the hispo launching up to snap at the creature with tooth and as many claws as she can manage. Her bright silver fur is bright against the sickly gray of the smog, her motions sharp. And boy, is she still thinking.
Rags looks incredulously down at himself, as if not certain that a cross-section of himself hasn't just been sliced out neatly by the limbs, and it's only his inattention that keeps him propped up, like a character on a cartoon. He looks over to Jana, when the limbs reach her, to see the same effect. With an effort, he ignores the moving limbs to focus on the main mass of the spirit, his claws digging into it as if he wishes to cut out a niche to fit within.
Stone-Spirit comes charging forward once more, snarling and with eyes filled with rage. She glances quickly to the upended and suspended Wendigo and aims herself towards the area of smog nearest the trapped Untangler. It is there her claws strike, clenching and gripping at whatever bits of mass she can hang on to and tear free.
Three-Blades finally gets it in her to make her own attack. With a blurring shift back down to Hispo, the ragabash makes her charge forward to catch up with the others.
Cole's claws slowly pass through, encountering some resistance as he throws them through the massive beast, but not a whole lot. Poor Horace just hangs in the air like bait as Michael blurs towards the Spirit. The spirit adjusts it's face fast enough to face the Wendigo, but not fast enough to get out of his way. The Wendigo's flesh burns and peels like someone just poured acid on him, But the spirit looks far worse for it than he does. As Jana and Reggie strike the thing, it shatters into a hundred little clouds, nothing more than vapour. Horace abruptly stops hovering, plummeting to the earth with a sickening thud and crack.
Howls-For-Glory jumps back, wincing as Untangler falls to the ground. ~That cannot be the end of it,~ he growls, mistrustfully.
Prepared to apply considerable force, Rags suddenly stumbles forward as the spirit becomes just cloud, and he wrests back control of his balance with a flailing of his limbs to avoid an undignified fall, though it'd be considerably less painful than Horace's.
Emma, despite rumours to the contrary, actually did get to the spirit, claws flailing through the thing as it is beaten down into a wisp and vanishes.
Endures darts forward as the cloud seems to disperse, nosing at Untangler worriedly. ~Are you well?~ The Fang asks, checking the young Wendigo the best she can. Even as she asks that, she looks up for the source of the cloud, clearly not trusting that its gone.
Three-Blades slows her charge just as the cloud disperses. Just when she got herself worked up, too. The ragabash growls lowly, fur and hackles still sticking out as she looks at the sky, then up and down the highway shoulder.
Stone-Spirit is snarling heavily as she looks around, nose quivering to find a scent or trail. ~Spread out. Do not stand as one target.~ She herself backs up a few paces, watching the area around herself and the pack of Garou, in a ready-to-move crouch.
Untangler comes flailing down to the ground, his paws all around him, not sure of anything now. The fall isn't too far but he lands terribly, all confusion and panic, his legs splaying out beneath him, his face smacking against the ground with the concussive force of a boxer's bare-fisted smack. He tries hard to stand up straight immediately, unsure of what action is needed, but a fierce angry whimper of pain seeps out of him at the attempt and he ends up awkwardly on three legs, still trying to regain his sense of balance, shaking the shock out of his head. He doesn't know how to respond to Endures' ministrations, he just whimpers at her pointlessly, but the young wolf certainly isn't going to be suffering any permanent damage from the fall, despite his complaining. When Stone-Spirit gives his instructions he breaks off from her, off in a three-legged lope.
Kills-Wisely has a difficult time landing after passing through the spirit, and his front legs trip up, causing him to trip up and land hard on his side. The Crinos form finds the Wendigo Ahroun now and Kills-Wisely brings up balled fists to rub at his eyes as he growls out in pained frustration. ~Eyes burn!~ is all he is able to be made out of his growling and from the look of his powerful huffing breaths now he isn't too far from frenzy after all the rage that just pumped freely through his blood.
Endures turns from Untangler once she's proved to be in decent condition, spreading out at Stone-Spirit's words and searching the area carefully. She pays close attention to the ground close to the highway itself.
Howls-For-Glory keeps scanning the area about him, wary. The Galliard looks down to Untangler. ~Are you alright, Untangler-yuf?~ He looks to Kills-Wisely next, taking stock.
Three-Blades thus goes to investigate then, the stretch of shoulder that the spirit was hovering over previously, nose working as she sniffs about. The ragabash takes care not to get in any path of the mammoth weaver spirits whirling by.
Reggie almost looks comical sprawled on the ground, but none of the weaver spirits zooming down I-90 seem to find it terribly funny. The Haze, without warning, pulls together rapidly in a solid mass behind Cole in barely enough time to blink. It engulfs the Fianna and drags him backward toward the highway, the Fianna's flesh snapping and popping as it peels from chemical burns. Michael is surrounded by noxious air, before he too is flung high into the air and held there. Rage threatens to overtake him, red encroaching on his vision.
Howls-For-Glory barely has time to let out a surprised bellow before the sound is choked off in ominous fashion. The red-furred shape stumbles about in the mire, unable to find his way or do anything about his situation other than shake in combined rage and pain.
With another siezing wince, Untangler's injured leg makes an audible pop as bones buckle beneath skin, readjusting themselves. Still he doesn't trust it yet and the Ragabash moves towards the spirit at a fast lope rather than his normal wind-whipping run, favouring that leg and watching the monster embroiled in combat, trying to figure out what to do.
True to the heritage of her deed name, Stone-Spirit takes quick action once she spots the Fianna being dragged towards the whirring highway. With speed born of rage she puts herself into full charge and aims herself directly at the beast and the Garou captured within. Her intent is to knock the Fianna free more than it is to wound the cloudy foe. A deep gutteral growl in her throat as she dashes forward.
And as for that red fur that the Fianna so recently sported, well, it's falling away in ugly clumps, along with some skin.
Howling in fury as her packmate is swept up by the creature, Endures snaps into rage-fueled speed as well, practically matching Stone-Spirit as she moves toward Cole. Seeing the Get's trajectory, she launches at the spirit instead, savagely attacking it in an attempt to distract it from the Fianna.
Rags slams a hand down the ground, apparently ired at the ground for being in the wrong place, or for it not being the mass he was trying to attack. After the ground fails to respond, he looks about to assess his position near to anything significant: the traffic, the mass, or other Garou. He pulls a leg up, then the other leg, picking himself from the ground, and scuttles towards Cole, leaving Michael to find out what flying's like.
Three-Blades finally sees the spirit materialize again into a cohesive form, and this time isn't about to be left out. The Gnawer makes her attack, speeding in with jaws at the ready.
Kills-Wisely was ready to explode before, and now doesn't bother holding back. He who plans the wind... With no ground beneath him and nothing but 'enemy' around him, the red that Michael sees is a hatred ages deep for this mockery of his tribe's totem of among many things, wind. His whirls about with his claws, snaps his teeth, even the claws upon his feet are bicycled around to rend that which is below as well as above, before, behind, and everywhere. His rage flows from him and... he revels in it.
Emma manages, just barely, to stop her self in time as the Spirit puts it's back to the highway, not passing through as She manages to put herself between it and Cole as he stumbles out. Her blows pass through like there was nothing there, but the Fianna is free of the spirit. Jana pulls to a stop as well, Claws failing to do anything to the Spirit as she weakly flails out at it. Michael flails about wildly, but it does nothing to destroy the column supporting him, and he swings about almost nauseously in the air. Yi encounters more resistance than the others as she chomps down, causing the Elemental to focus it's attention on her. It flows, breaking over the Gnawer like water before it whips back around, moving in behind Jana.
Howls-For-Glory, a column of scalded skin and little else, stumbles away from the fight. Instinctively, he tries to get as far away from the creature as possible while wiling his eyes to work again. He blindly stumbles through the paths of several of his comrades on the way.
Coming up to the spirit behind Emma and Jana, Rags encounters Cole, and impatiently nudges the blinded Garou to one side as he detours about him. Shaking dirt out of his claws, he plunges them into the spirit, as he finds a place that Yi's not masticating.
Three-Blades closes her eyes reflexively as she encounters a bit more resistance than she'd first expected, though expecting pain. Getting none immediately though, the ragabash then surges up to her warform and lashes out with her claws, using more of a hooking motion to carve away at the tainted cotton candy-esque spirit.
Endures doesn't realize that the spirit is behind her for a moment, trying to follow Howls-For-Glory's movements. She does eventually spot it and twists to face it, shifting up to Crinos as she does.
Untangler tests his leg again and this time finding it supports him well: and the second that knowledge works its way up from his paws to his sluggish he is off like a greyhound suddenly let loose on an electronic rabbit, all speed and hunt, tearing towards the thing trying to come screaming in between it and Jana, again distracting it, pulling it away, jumping and clamping down at a limb if one is convenient to try and drag the thing down and away, but otherwise just trying to draw its fierce attention back to him.
Stone-Spirit shakes her head as she comes to a thankfully abrupt stop. She turns just as quickly as she can reclaim her orientation, then lashes out an angry snap of her jaws at the nearest bit of smog-flesh. Her claws likewise rake out, though her bite is attack with the most focus.
Kills-Wisely is not happy with the lack of resistance and his frenzy takes on a new tone. He is all grabbing and bites now. Over and over again he reaches out encircling arms as if to gather up enough towards his face to chew into. He keeps bitting forward, chomping with wide open jaws and violently disturbing grunting.
Reggie manages something as he finally gets back to the beast, claws forcing it to change it's attention to the Uktena. As Horace leaps at it he runs smack into the mass, the thing burning his face clean as it shatters into a hundred puffs again. The Ragabash comes dangerously close to the highway, barely balancing a mere nose width from the Thundering weaver spirits. A spider no less than 10 feet tall screeches on by him, just barely missing him by no more than a (burned off) whisker. Without anything to hit, Emma and Yi both lurch forward at where it was, but either one of them recover their balance fast enough before they stumble. Michael plummets to the ground, cloud no longer supporting him, and the other Wendigo lands with a thud and crack just as loud as the previous one, effectively cleaning his clock.
Kills-Wisely hits the ground hard and with the jarring he takes it is no wonder that he doesn't get back up at the moment.
~It is weakening!~ Endures-the-Pain calls out suddenly, her howl inspiring. ~We are wearing it down!~ And she readies herself for when the creature reforms into a whole. ~Howls, you ok?~ she asks, not able to look at the Fianna as she surveys the area.
Howls-For-Glory croaks out an answer to his packmate, throat burned raw. ~Kill it!~ He stops, disoriented, and decides to just hunker down and wait.
Stone-Spirit growls and tenses as she teeters dangerously at the edge of the highway. She takes a rushed step backwards, licking at her muzzle and leaving her lips snarled. ~Be on the ready.~ She looks around, body heaving with rage and excitement. Her eyes drift to the Fianna, and she takes a few leaps closer to him, standing guard so that he is not a more vulnerable target for the initial reformation. ~Keep at it!~ she encourages.
Three-Blades misses the attack, and as she falls, falls with the kind of experience that one has to fall right and absorb the brunt of impact as best she can before rolling back up. A growl rumbles out from the Gnawer's throat, accented even as it reads something like, ~Dirty fighting.~
Untangler comes out the other side of the fog with his face steaming and blackened, burnt and warped by the creature's poison. He comes tearing away from the highway in a panic as the unfamiliar, unnatural things go screaming past his eyes, but his paws don't stop once he's in the relative safety of the group. The Ragabash keeps running in strange unnerving circles, terrified and unsure, unable to stop for fear that that moment will be when it gets him.
The thing reappears with a noise akin to the roar of a kiln being fired, Smog once more pooling so rapidly that The Garou barely have time to react to it as it does. This time it pours face first down over the Gnawer it missed earlier with vengeance, Burning the the Ragabash's fur clear off as it pours to the ground like a pool of Toxic waste and begins to form behind her. Tendril snaked Jana's way fails to knock her back, the ill wind breaking over her like fog, but Reggie soars into the air as a pillar builds under him. The bulk hurriedly flows along face first, moving it's fastest to move away from the others as it goes toward Saint Claire.
At Jana's announcement, Rags howls his agreement, turning to see where it will reform, catches sight of Untangler playing with traffic, and bellow, but is saved the effort to call the Ragabash away from trying to chase any of the spirits by the Ragabash's rejoining of the group. He's saved further effort of having to find the spirit, as he's tossed up into the air by it, and readily froths, windmilling limbs and claws into whatever holds him there.
Endures-Pain takes advantage of the spirit's seeming weakness to launch forward, applying her attacks quickly since many of the others are getting incapacitated. Tooth and claw attempt to rip at the thing.
Three-Blades howls out in pain as she is caught with a full force surprise attack. The Gnawer's flesh burning, she turns around and lashes out again at what she can sort of see, with little to hold her back now.
Kills-Wisely is... is he snoring on the ground? Damn thats loud, his nostrils must be all blocked up or something, cause thats a chainsaw's gusto coming out of that boy's throat.
Howls-For-Glory blinks owlishly at Stone-Spirit, unable to make out just who it is. ~Go fight it,~ he insists, pushing himself into a crouching position. ~Need your help!~
As soon as his circle turns back in on itself and he sees it, Untangler charges, though paws aren't as light now, his legs heave sluggishly against the ground. He tries again what he's been doing all along, distracting the beast so that other stronger Garou are free to hurt it, only nipping here and there, but putting himself right in front of it, howling out strange derision against its ancestry and lifestyle, whatever that may be for a fog spirit: the Ragabash isn't too specific.
Stone-Spirit growls out viciously. ~Do not let it retreat!~ She charges then, rushing after the cloud of toxins, pushing herself to catch up and flank it, working with Endures to hunt the beast as if it were an elk. ~It has a face, it must have a throat.~ If she can catch up to it, her jaws will snap out and seek its face and what may be a throat in that same vicinity.
Horace manages to get in front of it, the Ragabash nothing if like a snappy little wind up toy, but the Spirit plows right into him and over him, and the Ragabash's remaining skin bubbles and cooks, burning the Ragabash's flesh right off in some places. As Jana lashes out at it, she doesn't manages much than to get it to change it's face again, going from retreating to rushing back at the Garou like a torpedo. Each of Emma's blows manages to land before it hits her, shattering like water over the burnt grey Get, engulfing her for a bare moment before it releases like the force holding it up simply gave out. Reggie plummets to the ground, smashing into it with the same dull thud the others have had to endure, bones cracking as he does.
Endures-Pain turns to survey the area with a wary growl, the sound coming from deep in her throat. ~I think,~ she says, concrating as she turns, ~that we have triumphed.~ That's said warily by the Fang, as if she's not sure she believes that yet.
Howls-For-Glory continues waiting there, listening to the sounds of battle as it slowly dies out. At the announcement of the creature's defeat, he lets his head loll back and lets out a croaking, crackling howl.
Kills-Wisely comes away with a startled jolting motion, jerking his head up and around to see if the fight is still going on and ready to get back in it. He looks around grogily at that, seeing no spirit left he remains where he is, as if being sneaky and trying to pretend he isn't back in action... waiting like a hunter who has set a trap. At the howl he glances towards the wyrmfoe for confirmation that it is over as he pushes himself slowly, and wobbily, to his feet. Except he growls out a huffing measure of pain when he tries to use one arm, for the moment dislocated, and then continues utilizing the other arm instead.
Untangler isn't blown back, he just falls to the Umbral forest floor, the big wolf too slow, too heavy with wounds to get out of the way of the creature's attack. His skin bubbles and flakes even as he shrinks up into a shrivelled human form, his soft putty skin cracked and dry, looking like a mummy, the boy's mouth wide open in pain and shock, clutched and fierce, his mouth open and grasping like a bird's taloned foot. Mercifully he's not awake to feel anything; luckily he still breathes.
Three-Blades perhaps doesn't hit a damn thing, considering her blinded state. The Gnawer catches herself again before she falls back over, but is still seared to a painful state. All the blurry lights of the moving Weaver spirits cause her to growl out deeply, as a wounded animal does at a threat.
Growling and furious, Stone-Spirit swivels her ears madly in each direction without use. Her eyes squint out to look at the others and the area around them, her nostrils flaring to pick up the scents. She steps slowly back to the others, one clawed hand rising to scratch at an ear. ~I hear nothing.~ Those poor ears flickering like broken satellite dishes, ~It collapsed. It did not fade.~ She announces, and then tips her head up to howl.
Screaming and flailing as he falls all the way down, Rags encounters gravity with bone-jarring results, and his screams turn into howls of pain. He scrambles onto his feet, an arm grotesquely dislocated. Tendons snap, moving, as the arm moves unnaturally, as the Uktena lunges disorientedly in one direction, apparently expecting an enemy to be there, or perhaps in the other direction that he's now just tried a stumble into.
Endures-Pain turns from her surveillance and looks at her companions. She howls along with Stone-Spirit, her rage echoing in her voice. In the end, however, she cuts her howl short and turns to Horace as, more than any other, he seems to be the worst hurt.
Endures-Pain's muzzle snaps up and she looks around, seeming more satisified now. ~It is defeated for now,~ and -now- her voice is definitive, confident. ~We were not able to completely remove it from existance but it will take a long time before it is able to trouble this area once more.~ Then its back to Horace, the theurge shifting down to glabro to examine the little ragabash.
Kills-Wisely, now that the Wyrmfoe assures victory, gives a barking chuff towards Rags. ~We are won, our wounds will heal.~ This said, he groans in pain as he makes a move that agitates his arm hanging wrongly at his side. He stalks heavily and still grogily over to Horace, checking over his fellow Wendigo with a dazed expression for signs of life. If he were more with it, perhaps he would show more worry.
Three-Blades resorts to listening and filling in what she can't make out visually. The howls of victory lead the Gnawer to contribute one of her own, adding to it a 'And Don't Come Back!' stinging barb. Once her howl has faded off, the Gnawer growls with no disguise of her pain, dropping to all fours and shifting down to a hispo form before limping towards what she can scent as the others through blood and burned flesh.
Stone-Spirit lets out another heavy snort, the rage taking a moment to simmer back down to a less threatening boil. She surveys the others and turns to the Fianna, bending down to a crouch and looking him over before she too shifts to Hispo. The whine deep in her throat speaks of the pain the wyrmfoe is in. Her nose quivers to pick up the scents more closely now, wanting to make sure there is no scent of death.
From afar, Red reminds you that Five Agg is like an injury that would take months to heal. Think getting shot in the gut IRL, and you're close. So she is hurting badly.
Jana concentrates on Horace now, her eyes closing and her hands hovering above his charred skin. The theurge remains motionless as she channels the gnosis and she chants in a low voice that oddly, is in Polish, as she does.
Howls-For-Glory, as the adrenaline of battle is beginning to wear off, starts to tremble. He makes a vaguely coherent sound to the Get as she bends close. He drops into lupus with an agonized groan. ~Good fight.~
Horace is brought painfully back into conscious, taking a fierce breath in through lips that have almost been singed off, and darting around terrified eyes, searching for an enemy now or for his Alpha, for some sort of cue. He finds only Jana kneeling over him and his limbs all curl up in pain as soon as he finds he has the luxury, rolling himself up into a ball away from her without even the sense to shift to a healing form.
Stone-Spirit makes certain that everyone is in the process of heading home, her body stiff and moving slow. It is only for the gifts of the spirits that she moves at all now, and once sure everything is settled, heads for the farm.
Rags staggers about the ground, good arm sporatically swinging, his dislocated arm gradually moving itself back into place with a rearrangement of spasming tendons and muscles, and eventually he gets enough of Michael's form of 'with it' to be able to follow the group as they head home.
Three-Blades stumbles with a short whine of pain for every movement she makes, but stubbornly presses on. Only the pain reminds her that she's alive, and that much is good enough. A low request is made from the Gnawer for someone to lead the way, and she will follow them back to the caern.
Howls-For-Glory makes his long, laborious way back to the caern, where he slips off to the Grotto.
Kills-Wisely shakes his head to clear it up, which was a bad idea, he simply irritates some injuries and emits at growl to reveal his rediscoveries. Grabbing his bad arm with his good one to keep it still as it heals up, he starts stalking back with the others, eyes still blurry he seems content to just follow whoever is closest to him for now.
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