February 2006 Revel: Scrags & Spiders
2/11/2006
06:14 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.
Currently the moon is in the waxing Full Moon phase (91% full).
It is currently 18:06 Pacific Time on Sat Feb 11 2006.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is mostly cloudy. The temperature is 46 degrees Fahrenheit (7 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 30.45 and steady, and the relative humidity is 60 percent. The dewpoint is 33 degrees Fahrenheit (0 degrees Celsius.)
Highway 22, Near the Forest
The pocked roadway turns gently south here, little more than a path through the forest at this stage in its journey. The broken lines of yellow paint make their way along the road, passing a pair of battered safety-orange barriers, each with a sign decrying 'Road Closed For Construction'; small white lights sit atop them, having long ago stopped their blinking. The barriers have been pushed off the road into the underbrush and left there to rot. The road is clear to the west, asphalt long since faded to grey rolling away towards the horizon. Evergreens loom over the road on either side, forming an imposing wall of sylvan darkness to the east and seeming almost to force the highway into its southward turn. Another road weaves its way out of the forest to the north to join Highway 22 here, its darker asphalt hinting at more recent tending.
Highway 22 turns southernly into the forest as well as heading away to the west. The deep forest looms up along both sides of the road, stretching as far as the eye can see. Sunrise Road leads north into the woods, eventually connecting to Interstate 90.
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Forest North South West
From Center of the Caern, Stone-Spirit can be heard to howl, ~Warriors of Hidden Walk! We have a task to attend to. Come, ready your claws and let Luna's rage swell within you. We take our battle to the Umbra this night, and stop the encroachment of the Weaver upon our sacred lands!~
Once in the Shadow, Treeclimber follows the others, seeming content to lead, though she barely contains a tightly laced fury, speaking to no lone as she lopes along.
Blackriver zips across the caern gauntlet with the ease born of her breed and eagerly follows along with the others, rage and enthusiasm oozing off of her.
Taking the lead of the pack, Stone-Spirit leads them in an urgent, but cautious pace to the location she has scouted out. She glances back at those with her and a snarl paints her lips. ~No healers. Be quick and efficient. Do not let them overwhelm you.~ A fierce snapping of her maw emphasizes the adrenaline in the Get as she moves forward.
Grey stays in Hispo form, loping along at Stone-Spirit's side like a rabid but faithful dog, his jaws gaping.
Bitter-Harvest's only response is to rake his claws several times over the Umbral ground, and bare his teeth. The Shadow Lord, obviously, is ready for the fight to start.
As the Revelers approach, they will notice this area of the Umbra is largely unchanged, save for the addition of the webs of the Weaver. The sound of a bird-spirit screeching in protest as it is bound, quickly silences in the distance. The triat wages its own private battle here, though the encroachment of Weaver and Wyrm onto Wyld territory is getting obvious. It is the Weaver's startup version of a white Christmas, minus much of the cheer in some spots. One pattern spider crawls up a web and disappears into the branches of a wrapped up tree. There is nothing left standing on the ground here, though it is covered in small criss cross patches of spirit spider-silk. Leading strands point towards the direction of Kent Crossing, where it gets even whiter and more silvery in the full moonlight. There are minor conflicts seen further out as well, for those sharper of eye.
Bloods-Bane scrapes his claws across anything to gain the razor edge to them. He looks about this place, taking in the spider's work. He cracks at his neck, ready to unleash hell.
Staying to lupus, Leaves-None stays slightly to the outside of the group of Garou. Wary eyes note the landscape and its inhabitants in pensive silence as paws travel the web-spattered ground.
Treeclimber's tension increases, and she growls low in her throat as she surveys the silvery-white strands and where they go. There is something much more primal about the usually restrained and reserved Fry tonight; she seems eager for the hunt.
Blackriver eyes the strangled landscape and lets out a low, soft growl. Her body is tense and ready to burst into the whirlwind of fur and claws at a second's notice.
Grey is made no angrier by the sight of the webs than he was earlier, but then again, if the Glass Walker was any angrier he'd probably be in a frenzy.
Wrong Way comes up from behind, her hop-hobbling gait keeping her a bit slower than the rest. Unlike many of the others, she doesn't seem distressed by the webs. If anything, her posture tends toward curious.
[You paged Treeclimber with 'Since you're looking around, you'll see further out in front there's a few spirits engaged in combat a bit into the trees, though it's not so easy to tell what exactly they are with zipping in and out. Probably just lunes poking at spiders. Behind the group there is nothing but the way you came, all nice, pretty web-free forest. Looking up, you'll see there are spiders in the trees as the group progresses, going about their business and paying no mind to you Garou.'.
You paged Wrong Way with 'Should you be looking up, you see spiders in the trees nearby, going about their business.'.]
Stone-Spirit is barely holding steady as she comes to the blight of webs and patterns. ~Do not let yourself be seperated from the pack. We are shallow in numbers compared to them - stay in groups. No less than two together, and do not let any of us fall to their webs.~ Rage radiates from the young Get as she peers forward, growling out a single, powerful word. ~Move.~
Stone-Spirit growls out, "Destroy their webs and free the area.~
As she moves on, Treeclimber shifts down to the wolf skin, and sniffs at the air, then looks up with a frown. ~Beware having them drop on your head. They're in the trees.~ The waning is spoken quietly, but the Fury is watchful and cautious, making sure that her words are head by at least those around her.
Wrong Way looks at Treeclimber as though she'd just said that grass was green and sky was blue.
Grey shifts his weight from paw to paw. He stands with Stone-Spirit on his blind side, and his head swings back and forth, senses alert and muscles tensed in readiness for the attack.
Bloods-Bane needs no more encouragement and begins to advance up next to Treeclimber. ~They will fall. It is only a matter of time.~ He gives a chuff of air, like a period on the end of the sentence.
Blackriver lets out another growl and moves next to Treeclimber.
The group continues, moving ever on and further into the forest. The tree-spirits look a bit thinner and fainter, weaker than in the past, but still holding up to the stagnation of spirit brought on by the binding webs. The more they move with the Wyrmfoe, the more they can see that the evidence that this will eventually become a battle zone. Only a few spiders are seen in clear marked areas; one of them plants an anchor line -into- the trunk of the right-side tree spirit it sits on, and climbs up towards the branches, before making an oddly mechanical beep, and leaping from one branch of one tree to another on the left, trailing silk behind it over the heads of the Garou. Another pair weave in between the branches of another tree on the left. The Revelers notice a couple dozen pairs of eyes turn towards them, lidless, unblinking, and flashing an iridescent red.
Bitter-Harvest is keeping decently close to Stone-Spirit, in spite of the occasional angry looks he's giving to her companion. The look he turns on the spiders, however, is baleful. He's visibly restraining himself from simply charging.
Leaves-None alters her path a little, dropping back until she comes even with Wrong Way. Pacing her Fostern tribemate, she continues at least a wary surveillance, markedly of the spiders themselves.
Treeclimber chuffs an assent, giving up on Mother's Tongue. As long as they do not fall atop this one or those who run with her. She stops short for a moment as she spots the eyes, thencontinues between Dillen and Blackriver, letting out a low growl that could only mean, bring it on.
Bloods-Bane adds his own growl to Treeclimber's. He continues on at the Furies side, eyes only on the target.
Wrong Way notices Leaves-None's arrival at her side, blinking once in acknowledgement of her presence. Then she continues her strange gait and curious exploration.
Still further on, it looks and sounds like there is activity occurring several yards out front. A battle marked by the glimmer of light and shooting 'silly string' like strands arcing up and down. The spiders are binding yet another spirit into the pattern. Its angry screeches cry out in vain and grate upon the ears of the lupines, abhorrently high pitched. The spirit creature itself struggles beneath the number of white ropes that keep it pinned. A fair number of spiders work upon it, around a half a baker's dozen. Other spiders seem uninterested, as they continue on their jobs in the trees. All told, in immediate, full-view they are about 10 including those on the ground.
Stone-Spirit growls, hackles raised as she moves forward, her packmate at her side. The high pitched cry of the bound spirit rakes across her senses, and the haze of battle lust crosses her vision. ~Enough wasting time. Put an end to them!~ True to the blood pumping in her veins, the Get charges forward to lead the group, claws flashing out in front of her and moving with intent to free the overwhelmed spirit by taking out the spiders.
Grey jumps into action like someone just said 'sic!' jaws parted in preparation for the biting and tearing that is to come. He sticks close to Stone-Spirit, coordinating his attacks with hers.
Finally the call to battle! Apparently that was what Teeclimber had been waiting for, for she lets out a snarl and shifts upwards into the near-wolf form to join the attac. She does not, however, jump ahead of the Get, nor does she jump ahead of the two who flank her, clearly planning to coordinate with the two of them.
Bitter-Harvest breaks slightly away from Grey and Stone-Spirit now--coordination doesn't seem to be his forte--but he doesn't go terribly far. He targets the spiders closest to the ones Wolverine's children are attacking, and he goes at it with a vengeance that has been pent up for far too long.
Bloods-Bane shakes his head at the noise and then offers up, "Try to not hurt the webs. It will bring others to help repair them." He continues to push with his group of three. He surges forward, driven by Fenris for battle, heading for the spiders that have the spirit pinned.
[You paged Wrong Way with 'While you observe the spirit being bound, in its struggling and ripping of webbing, it appears to be Definitely Not Wyld. You're not close enough quite yet to tell just what it is - kind of looks like it's covered in lots of cotton candy and all.'.]
Blackriver doesn't need to be told twice. Letting out a earth-shaking roar, she throws herself forward after the Get, mouth open and teeth ready to tear into the spiders. She does however manage to rein in her rage enough to keep an eye on the two other Garou with her.
Wrong Way veers off from the others. Suddenly all senses focus on the bound spirit even as she circles apparently away, weaving a strange path toward the target. She breathes in deep scenting breaths, eyes narrowed in mild confusion. She does not attack.
Leaves-None's ears perk at the call to charge, then cant towards Wrong-Way as her attention goes to the theurge inquisitively. She doesn't charge forward with the others, instead tracking the other Gnawer to the best of her ability and playing guard if nothing else.
The Wolverine-Garou freight train hits like, well, a runaway train. Stone-Spirit charges ahead first. The collective group of five spiders plus spirit all seem to pause comically with surprise, and it leaves enough room for the Wyrmfoe to slash the closest spider to her. It makes no particular noise, even as half its legs are ripped down upon. Grey all but mutilates the second nearest in a mangling blur of Rage-filled attack, setting upon the hapless Patter Spider without so much as a hint of mercy. Almost in no time at all, the ex-ahroun's eyes start to fill with redness as the flames of frenzy lick up his vision. Bitter-Harvest has chosen wisely to break away from the children of Wolverine, and a third spider is set upon by the Shadow Lord ahroun. It poses not much more than chewtoy for him, and his results are rather similar to the Wyrmfoe's in success and tears away at the spirit mercilessly, knocking it away from the others in a single swipe.
The Silver Fang lupus sees for herself what the other ends of a couple of pattern spiders look like, as the remaining two spiders upon the ground recover from their brief pause and shoot thick strands of silk at Blackriver. One strand slaps solidly in her face, sticking to eyelids and the side of her jaw. The other misses Blackriver, but drops over the bound smallish hispo-sized spirit that was struggling before. Treeclimber and Bloods-Bane make their way into the fray, though it seems like the Wolverine children and Shadow Lord have the initial targets under control. It is coming up close, though, that reveals the nature of the spirit being bound within. A balefully green eye peers wildly out from between the webbing strands, and the spirit within cries out again, shocking eardrums of all in hearing distance.
Leaves-None and Wrong Way remain behind, but soon the fostern theurge senses what lies bound beneath the webs. The bane continues to struggle, and rips one hind leg free of its sticky prison.
As the Garou make their attack, a fair number of other spiders in the trees now turn some attention towards them, observing and cold. One of the spiders extends a leg, and taps twice against the trunk of a tree.
[You paged Wrong Way and Leaves-None with 'And BTW, those tree-dweller spiders are looking the way of the Garou...'.]
Blackriver lets out bark of surprise and takes a moment to instinctively paw at the gooey mass on her face, trying desperately to rub or claw it off with her massive paws. Bloods-Bane pulls up into a roar when there is nothing for his claws to rip upon. A look is shot to the spirit as it cries out again. He moves over and swipes a claw under the webbing that covers Blackriver's eye, moving then to crunch his claws into the body of the nearest enemy. Treeclimber almost stops short as the screech rips into her eardrums, and then does as she notices that Blackriver isn't at her side anymore. Still, there are enemies before her and Dillen, and she leaps over the bane to reach the ones firing silk, jaws wide, in hopes of stopping them before they can fire again.
Stone-Spirit gives a glance to Abraxas as he slips away from her and Grey. Her attention remains on the spider she has begun assault on, and she unleashes another series of claws upon it to finish it off. Bitter-Harvest is almost gleeful now, as he goes about the attempt to shred the spider spirit into as many pieces as possible. Should that end sooner than he'd like, he turns immediately upon whatever spider is closest, and that's when he catches sight of the spirit in the web. He snarls, sounding eager. Grey wastes no time lingering over the dead Weaver spirit; quickly he moves onto another, jaws snapping to bring quick violent death to one of the spiders behind the trapped bane.
~Wyrm!~ Wrong Way shouts, muzzle and ears pointed toward the bound bane. *Not escape!* She starts to move toward the bane, but the crowd between her and her target impedes her progress and she drops back to find another way through, keeping a wary eye on the other approaching spiders. Leaves-None's ears pin flat against her skull as the bane's screech rattles her hearing and sets already tense nerves a little further on edge. Glancing from bane to spiders and back, she shifts to Hispo and shadows Wrong Way as if permanently attached to the theurge's tail. Her muzzle drops open slightly as she moves, as if ready to howl a warning when necessary.
Blackriver's attempts to remove the webbing are fairly successful, enough that she can see again and work her jaws properly. Bloods-Bane, in his enthusiasm, Only Just barely misses clawing the Fang's eye out in his attempt to help remove the webbing, but between the two of them they get rid of the silk on the Fang's face. The Get galliard's foot comes smashing down upon one of the spiders, but it crawls neatly to one side and glares at the Fenrir before vomiting a sticky white splatter on his leg and foot, gluing it to the ground. Treeclimber leaps atop the remaining spider behind the bane, jaws falling upon it with fury; but in her haste, the pattern spider jets directly into her open jaws before it goes down beneath the heap of Black Fury.
Stone-Spirit's claws come down again, and the pattern spider defiantly throws a thick strand of rope upon the Wyrmfoe's claws at high-speed, so that when it gets slashed open and goes down to start dissolving, the Get's arm feels like it's covered in white tar. Grey doesn't get to his target in as much time as Dillen does, but the Walker's Rage once more flickers up dangerously in his eyes as the spider that dodged Bloods-Bane is set upon by the halfmoon. Abraxas' spider is shredded without mercy, but to the ahroun's misfortune, a trio of thick ropes spit down upon him and cover the Shadow Lord, contrasting black with white. Three spiders, to which the ropes anchor from their mouths, are on their way down from the trees around the fullmoon.
From behind Wrong Way and Leaves-None, two spiders - one that tapped against the tree, and another in that same tree, slowly wiggle down their chosen leafy, webby tower and trail behind the two Gnawers. The bane continues on, ripping a fore-claw of its quadrapedal being out.
Stone-Spirit gives a righteous snarl as her foe is brought down. The stickiness covering her right arm remains as she glances from bane to Abraxas. ~Leave the bane in its binding!~ she calls out, before turning her attention to the web shot metis. ~Fight together, no one fights alone!~ Launching herself over to Abraxas, she readies her claws to slash away the spiders coming down. And Abraxas was having such fun too. The webbing distracts him utterly from the shrieking bane, and he turns on his would-be captors with a snarl, sets his footing as well as he's able, and yanks backward. Hard. Grey's head snaps up, gaze going to Stone-Spirit and then to Bitter-Harvest. He's moving to defend the Shadow Lord barely a second later.
Blackriver is free once more, and returns the favor to the Get by clawing at the sticky webs around his feet. Her ears and eyes twitch anxiously as she scans about for other patterned spiders. Dillen joins Blackriver in freeing his foot from the ground. Immediately, he looks about to see who needs to die and his eyes fall upon the bane. A captive audience is so much fun. Treeclimbers roar of annoyance and frustration is muffled by the webs which seek to choke off her air and strangle her. Slamming upwards into the warform, she reaches for the strand holding her mouth open with one clawed hand, seeking to tear it from her throat.
Wrong Way's ears turn back, aware of the spiders behind her, but an opening has appeared and she lunges forward to take advantage of this chance to take down the Wyrm. Claws of her good foreleg up, and hispo jaws wide, she attacks for all she is worth. Pivoting in place, Leaves-None turns to the spiders behind the Gnawer pair, sliding up into Crinos with a deep-throated growl. Brandishing her claws threateningly, she keeps her slight bulk between the tree-dwellers and Wrong Way and prepares for a fight on that front.
Stone-Spirit's efforts to keep together are worthwhile, as she and Grey jump forward to help the ahroun out. Still, the chains holding the Beasts down within the ragey Walker halfmoon and fullmoons are surprisingly strong tonight. Abraxas yanks, managing to drag and snap one spider's second anchorline to the trees and causes it to fall right onto his face. It bites his sensitive nose as a reward, digging small but sharp fangs in and glaring red to yellow eye with the Shadow Lord ahroun. The two other spiders are pulled forward, but the resilient strings behind them hold. They spit more webs upon the ahroun, binding him from both sides. The charm usage makes the free pair sitting ducks for Emma and Grey, with both of them soon arriving within range. The children of Wolverine don't go unnoticed, and in their destruction of spider brethren, two more drop from the trees to aid the ones that are in process of capturing Abraxas.
Blackriver's efforts to aid Bloods-Bane slows her up in any attack, but a mistimed slash at webbing cuts into the Fenrir's own muscle. Oops. The galliard manages to free himself with effort. Leslie's claws dive down deep, and though she tears out the webbing that blocks her airway, the spider she had bodyslammed earlier is moving back and spitting more onto her. It seems torn between harnessing the Fury, or keeping the bane inside the webs bound.
The bane cries out as hispo fangs from the Gnawer fostern sink deep into it, and it snarls in angry reply for such a cowardly act. A third limb rips free - almost liberated... Leaves-None is greeted with splurts of webbing, as the spiders don't close to within her claw range, but fire from their own distance instead. The ragabash is hit soundly in chest and leg, and she feels the goo gluing her fur together.
[You paged Leaves-None with 'And, you notice a couple of shadows in the trees beside the area, moving towards the fight area.'.]
[You paged Wrong Way with 'HS means you can hear clicking of spider feets gettin' slightly louder, but more importantly are a couple of spirits approaching fast from the direction of Masao's area behind you-ish.'.]
As another limb comes out of the webbing, Dillen decides to take advantage of the fact that it is still in it's trap some. He lunges for a limb, looking to sever it from the bane's body. Treeclimber spits a final time to clear her mouth of the last of the webbing, and a snarl and a curse follow the silvery strands. Either she doesn't notice or is ignoring the webbing stuck to her foot as she lunges for the pattern spider, both claws sweeping in as if to catch and crush it between them. Well, no time for apologies, once Bloods-Bane is free Blackriver bounds towards the rapidly escaping bane and tries to bite into it. Crunch.
Stone-Spirit puts herself at range with one of the spiders working to bind the metis, angry claws slashing at it with the intent to slice it like a loaf of bread. Her position moves so that the web covered metis cannot be entirely surrounded by the newcomer spiders. Bitter-Harvest responds to this indignity with a sudden flurry of violence, all directed at the spider staring him in the face. Grey remains violently active, his movements supernaturally quick, ferocious as he attacks another of the spiders that seek to bind and destroy the Shadow Lord Metis.
~More! Behind!~ is all Wrong Way can manage to growl out, ears turned back toward the Ragabash Bone Gnawer behind her. Again she strikes with claws and teeth, all her physical efforts on destroying the scragling before it can escape. ~More are coming! May be spiders, may be others! Beware!~ Leaves-None howls in louder echo of Wrong Way before she launches herself at one of the spiders, claws going for legs first. The gooey webbing slows her down a bit but she pushes onwards in her attack, form blurring about the edges as she moves.
The bane is beset upon, trapped and fading fast as it's no match for a trio of Garou. Though it manages to free itself in its final limb, it only manages to bite back at Blackriver, jaws snapping shut upon the lupus' throat and tearing down hard. It is the Fang's pain that breaks her inner Beast free, filling her eyes with a berserker's frenzy as she tears into the bane another time, but it's soon dead. Wild eyes look around her, finding her allies in her sights. Treeclimber falls upon her target once more, tearing it literally limb from limb as it tries to get away. There's no escape, though, and it soon begins its ethereal dissolve as well.
The rage of Stone-Spirit finds her target just so itching to be sliced and diced, and her claws make quick work, not exactly slicing anywhere near as neatly as bread, but it does the trick. The spider falls, though its nearby companion sees this and starts its way up in retreat and out of reach. Grey gets to the other, but only after a faceful of webbing splats right into his good eye. Blinded and violently furious, Wolverine's favorite Walker finally loses it and he starts to slash and thrash wildly, running himself into a tree-spirit with a hard, stunning smack. Abraxas rips the spider off his face, but in doing so manages to rip off his very nose which the spider had sunk its fangs into, sending waves of pain daggering into his mind.
Leaves-None gets another splatter of webs on her, slowing her down even more, but she catches her claws on one retreating spider's leg. Wrong Way is just barely missed as the dying scragling's throes miss marking her.
Stone-Spirit continues to thwart off the spiders in the area of her trio, claws swiping at any that come too close to the metis. As one retreats, she gives it a wary eye, watching for its return while she slashes at the others. ~Kill the bane and be ready to move. Keep everyone cleared a path.~ Bitter-Harvest fairly shrieks with Rage. That did not improve his temper, no it did not. He falls upon the spider, biting, clawing, and generally trying to tear it into microscopic bits. Grey staggers back from the tree, ropy strands of saliva drooling out of his open muzzle. The blow to the head seems to have brought him back to his senses, though -- at least once the little cockroaches stop flying 'round and 'round. Once he's recovered himself and cleared his mind, he lowers his head further to paw the webbing off his face.
Dillen pulls away with a final swipe of the bane, ~It is dead.~ As he stares at Blackriver, making sure she has control. He lines himself up to charge at what is coming. ~Ready yourself for what comes.~ He offers. Blackriver comes to a stop as the bane is rendered to shreds, and there she sits, breathing heavily, trying her best to cool the rage filling her heart. Although Treeclimber's head jerks up, claws full of dissolving pattern spider, she looks around her quickly instead, and sprints into action as she spots a distracted pattern spider who is too busy watching Grey to pay attention, slashing at it as if to take it apart in a single stroke.
The scragling down, Wrong Way turns to help her Tribesmate, intent on the spider nearest her. ~More Scraglings come!~ Snarling, more in frustration than anything else, Leaves-None lunges after the spider as it tries to retreat from her attack. Determination spurs her more than anything else to get the fight at hand out of the way before more trouble arrives.
The retreating spider looks back unblinkingly at Stone-Spirit, and purposefully moves out of range of her claws. It taps its forefeet against the tree, jostling a long strand of web up and down like some sort of telegraphing line. The Shadow Lord metis' fury is taken out upon the spider in possession of his nose. Its own pattern is thoroughly destroyed under the ahroun's claws and teeth. Grey wipes off the webs that blind him, though the residual stickiness remains, now that he's come out of his stunned, but non-frenzied state.
With Dillen and Blackriver finished on the dissolving scragling, they ready for a new threat. Treeclimber finds her own target instead, suddenly blurring into motion and charging over towards Grey's blindside, claws slashing down the spider as it was just about ready to spit on the Walker again.
Leaves-None tears after the retreating spider, but she's slowed by the bindings on her limbs and fails to grab it in time. Wrong Way and Leaves-none, Blackriver and Bloods-Bane see a pair of hefty looking, larger banes on their way to help their struggling brethren. It appears as though they had struggles of their own, and tore themselves free, wisping white webbing strands behind them. One of them leaps up and snatches down a pattern spider that gets in the way, chomping down with its snaggletoothed fangs and spitting out the spider before continuing on. Both middle-sized Wyrmspirits slow, seeing an array of Garou there to meet them. They look at each other, and turn around in hopes of retreat.
Stone-Spirit growls bitterly as she surveys the situation. The two scrags are given a vicious, body jolting snarl as she restrains herself from launching after them. ~Do not give chase! Clear the webs and leave us a path back. The spiders will come in greater numbers now.~ Even as she gives the call, her tail twitches and her lips snarl before she moves Bitter-Harvest is oblivious to the banes. His own interests lie in the few spiders still remaining around him, and he falls on them with a vengeance, even while coughing and gagging from his missing nose. Grey's head snaps around, sensing rather than seeing the almost-attack. He eyes Treeclimber for a moment, but there's no time for spoken gratitude. Not now. He swings his attention over to Stone-Spirit as she gives orders and barks a curt acknowledgement.
Treeclimber straightens and lets out a roar of triumph as her quarry falls beneath her claws, then looks over at Dillen and Blackriver and then at the backs of the retreating banes. Almost as if by unspoken agreement, the three of them start towards the scrags, only to stop at Emma's order. Treeclimber scowls at the Ahroun, baring teeth. ~Combat the Wyrm wherever it dwells and breeds, Wyrmfoe,~ she grates out, a baleful eye still on the retreating scrags. Bloods-bane growls low and cannot help but step a couple more steps towards the retreating banes. Obviously, the Get wants to follow. Blackriver also lets out a growl at Emma, head sweeping around to scan the dyeing forest before coming back to rest on the scrags.
Wrong Way does not hesitate, instead charging directly for the now visible banes. Ears pin to her skull and teeth are bared, snarling, almost drooling in her hatred of what she sees. Going still as the scraglings appear in better view, Leaves-None watches them for a moment and blows a sharp breath out her nose. When Wrong-Way charges by her, she struggles to remove the webs afflicting her so she can bound after the theurge. The pair are already on their way after the banes when the call to stand down is given, the younger Gnawer backing up the older to the best of her ability.
The spider that calls its companions continues to tap, gazing down at the number of Garou who remain. The scragling destroyed leaves a hollow lump of heavy webbing on the forest floor, its ether invisibly melted away. The retreating scrags that are bolting off chance a look back, seeing one Garou on their tails, slowing slightly to let the theurge catch up in her pursuit.
Abraxas' spider is down and destroyed soundlessly, while the others have retreated and wait for reinforcements to come.
Bitter-Harvest is not satisfied. His ears twitch at the sound of the tapping, and he levels a dark, threatening snarl on that spider before he advances, trying to clamber up the tree after it.
Grey turns a sharp eye and a snarl at Treeclimber. ~No challenge in time of war,~ he snaps back, coming back alongside Stone-Spirit.
Wrong Way growls, snarling, as angry with the order she follows as with the creature she would face. Still, she forces herself to stop. She moves neither forward nor back for a moment, just controling her impulses is enough.
Leaves-None skitters up behind Wrong Way after a moment, still slowed by the webbing on her limbs and panting a little. Her posture evidences anger and confusion as she stares at the banes, then looks back to the other Garou testily. Taking a step or two closer to her tribemate, it's apparent she won't leave the other's side until Wrong Way is inclined to move.
Stone-Spirit growls at the dissonance in the pack, echoing the Walkers statement. ~Do not challenge my orders. I will not risk eight of the caern's warriors to hunt down only two. Let the spiders have their way with the scrags.~ She growls, eyeing the trees and the retreated spiders. ~They will be be upon us in numbers far more than our own. The fight stays here.~ She glances then to ensure no one is bound by webbing or fallen. ~Regroup,~ comes the gravel-filled command.
Now that Wrong Way is separated with the ragabash at her back and flank, the pair of scrags break off to either side. One scrag almost grins teasingly at the fostern theurge as it trots to her weak-armed side. Their eyes meet, and a stirring of the Beast inside her urges her on. *Come, kill me, if you can weakling...* it rattles out low and growling. Leaves-None is targeted by the other which circles right, and suddenly the destructive nature of the wyrm's warriors come up. The right-side bane charges at Leaves-None, teeth snapping with eagerness to dig its fangs into the slowed ragabash.
Grey, seeing the Gnawers' predicament, utters a thick, bubbly, disgruntled growl and turns toward the Wyrmfoe. ~Call them back,~ he advises her, referring to the two strays.
A strangled howl of rage that might contain the word ~Wyrm~ or might not, escapes the throat of the enraged Theurge. Eyes glaze over and the spittle that was forming at the corners of her mouth sprays out as the beast within takes control.
Blackriver gives out a growl and digs her claws into the earth, seeming to want nothing more then to run after the scrrgs and tear into them. She looks towards Stone-Spirit.
Leaves-None is almost about to turn back to the group when, with the bane bearing down on her, she snarls and powers into action once more. Rather than a head-long charge to meet her opponent, the Ragabash throws her web-slogged body to the right and brings her claws up to rake at it. Wordless is her howl of challenging, Rage-filled fury.
Stone-Spirit bristles with a dangerous amount of rage as she watches the two runners that have attracted attention now. ~Do. Not. Chase.~ Fury strains within her as the tell tale signs of Frenzy are witnessed. ~Damn fools! You risk the entire pack with your disobedience.~ With a hissed growl, she looks to the others kept in brief check. ~Go. Take the banes out quickly but do not stray further from this point than where they stand. We will deal with the spiders as they come... MOVE!~
Frenzied theurge and scrag soon meet in a clash of claws and fangs. By sheer strength of spirit, the Gnawer fostern is able to withstand the first barrage of attack. The scrag is surprisingly hardy itself, though in its furious, blatant attacks, it lays into the theurge as well and gives her what for. The two drop in a tangling ball of one-on-one, no-holds-barred rumble.
Leaves-None's rope-ridden self is beset upon despite her dodge. Her claws drag harsh lines through the spirit's face, tearing out ether. The ragabash is not so fortunate, as she finds her gut torn into by a thrashing of the minor scrag's forward claws.
The command from Stone-Spirit was all the three needed to give charge. Bloods-Bane and Treeclimber launch themselves at the bane that rips open Leaves-None. Bloods-Bane moves with a flash and swipes hard at the bane, wanting it dead as fast as possible, letting his rage fuel his claws. Blackriver acts like a dog let off leash to chase a rabbit. She bounds forward, tearing the ground up with her claws as she goes, and tackles the bane fighting Wrong Way, biting down hard with her jaws while at the same time raking her claws across it's spirit flesh.
Pained snarls and growls leave the throat of Leaves-None as she continues her assault, bringing every piece of her natural arsenal to bear. This is one dog that refuses to let go of its bone, regardless that it's a bone that fights back.
Bitter-Harvest puts one hand to his nose, or what's left of it, growling. It's clear he wants to get in on the bane action, but he's staying put.
Stone-Spirit is still blistering with rage as she stands her ground. Her eyes follow the action of the other garou upon the scrags, as well as keeping an eye on the activity of the spiders and their distress calls. Grey snarls, clearly just as disgusted with the two Bone Gnawers as Stone-Spirit. Obedient, he holds his ground, keeping his alpha on his blind side as he turns a defensive eye on the nearest Web-spinners.
As the frenzied Wrong Way and scrag tumble, Blackriver charges in from the side and tagteams. Pack tactics for at least one of the two lupusborn works. With two Garou upon it, suddenly the scrag is not looking so hot. Tears and rips from fang and claw into its sides and face show how quickly the lupus are destroying its essence, but it fights back and snaps its jaws around the still frenzied theurge again.
The scrag atop Masao bites into her midsection again, but likewise is completely overwhelmed, as attacks from three sides tear into it. It is the Black Fury and Get combined, tearing with such fury, that quite literally rip the scrag off of the Bone Gnawer and toss it away to tumble off to a side, going limp and starting to dissolve away. Masao's innards don't look so hot, being on the outside instead of in.
The spiders tap away, as one more spirit takes up the tapping. Another, further out, taps away as well. Soon, the constant thumping of small feet on tree taps out almost like a semblance of applause. Or would be, were it not so disturbing that there is a wave of sound from multiple spiders tapping away.
Bloods-Bane and Treeclimber turn their attention to the one last bane, making sure to finish it off with the help of the other two. Once dead (an assumption with four garou on it), Bloods-Bane reaches down and scoops Leaves-None into his arms and heads back to the others, giving a fierce growl at the tapping spiders. Blackriver continues her attack, sinking her now blood covered fangs deep into the scrag while letting out a distorted growl.
Beneath the assault of four Garou, and once particularly frenzied, the scragling stands no chance. It puts up a good fight, snapping teeth around Bloods-Bane's hand when it comes close enough to reach, but in the end the Wyrmthing is destroyed. That leaves Wrong Way without her target, or with a relenting of the battering of the Beast within, she slows in movements and starts to come out of her frenzy. It is with a disgusted snort that she can consciously push the swiftly fading carcass from her personage. The tapping continues, almost maddeningly persistent and in uniform, constant rhythm.
Stone-Spirit snorts heavily with rage filled tension, her body growing more rigid at the sound of the spiders. ~Move! We go now. Now.~ She crouches, eyes and ears flickering to stay alert to her surroundings. Grey's ears twist backwards at the noise the spiders are making. ~They'll be on us soon,~ he rasps, lips wrinkling away from his fangs. Bitter-Harvest lowers his hand and bares his teeth, claws flexing. There's an eagerness about him, but mostly he just looks pissed off, and ready to take it out on more arachnids.
Leaves-None's hands fold around her middle as the bane is torn from her claws, making a small pained sound before Bloods-Bane collects her. ~No less than two together....~ is growled weakly as the Ragabash clings tenuously to consciousness, little more than deadweight as she goes limp in the Get's grasp.
Wrong Way's ears pin backward and she rises somewhat meekly, her limp more pronounced as she follows the Wyrmfoe.
Bloods-Bane keeps hold of Masao, making his way to the others to follow them out. ~Fuck. Let us get out of here.~ He turns her body towards his body, keeping her 'together'. ~Send for help as soon as we are through.~ He looks down at the Ragabash and growls low.
Blackriver hastily scoots back towards the others, Treeclimber right behind her. She spares a glance towards Masao, before turning back and following everyone else out.
Stone-Spirit moves the group off carefully but with haste, not wanting to test their luck for the night as the spiders' calls have been made. She glances at Grey briefly, a quick, terse nod given to him as she moves back toward the caern.
Grey sticks close to Stone-Spirit's side, keeping pace with her.
Bitter-Harvest is wheezing through his nose, though beyond looking rather disgusting, he doesn't appear too injured. His tail is lashing from side to side like an angry cat's.
[Thus the Revelers returned to the caern, victorious.]
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