2019.01.31: CabinRescue

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Cabin Rescue
Four garou unite to follow a dream to protect a kinfolk from an attack by a Nephandic/Vampire Cult
IC Date	Jan 31 2019
IC Time	Night
Players	Viktor, Wazi, Lleutrim, Hjalmar
Location	Xenovia's Cabin
Spheres

The Forest near the Cabin

OOC: The Plot so far: Viktor says, "Some of this explained in the visions you saw: Viktor's ancestor was a great legendary Garou(Ancestors 5) is mate was killed by a nephandi cult. His mate was a Storm Kami (Xen was originally a larger part of this plot), the cult discovered Viktor, and Xen(A new Storm Kami) in the same city assumed a connection and are now trying to kill Xen...and Viktor. Last scene with Wazi and Hjalmar was an attack on Viktor. With all this going on, Vik has been patroling the forest around Xen's cabin...I figured this scene would start as a scene of us together as I recruited help, discussing events as we walk...and lead to the attack on Xen's cabin(I already rp'd it up to the point we go save her...(hopefully) *log: https://coh.spork.com/index.php?title=1.31.2019CabinAttack"

OOC: The Dreams sent to all four by the Ancestor Spirits of Viktor: ----------------------------------------------

Whatever dream you have disappears and instead you find yourself in some stone cathedral. There are no windows and you get the sense you are deep beneath the earth. The stone rooms lit with torches along the wall.

A tall man, too tall to be natural, perhaps eight feet tall, a dark robe hides most of his features as he mediates before an altar.

His meditation is interrupted as two similarly robed, but much smaller men enter the room dragging in a beautiful blonde woman that is unconscious, there is a strange heavy steel collar around her throat. “It worked! We’ve got her!”

The tall cultist turns, “Ah, Alina, mate of the great Thunder Knight.” He grabs her admist her protests to the altar tugging her onto the cold stone.

For a moment the vision fades, like a tv losing signal but it sharpens and has fastforwarded some. That 8 foot cultist has ripped open Alina’s clothes and has stabbed a wicked blade through her chest in some sort of twisted ritual sacrifice.

There is a blast of lightning and electricity throughout the room, her spirit linked to the kami escaping. The cultist performing some dark ritual as he does to try and entrap the kami, it fails save capturing a sliver of her soul.

The vision shifts

The Thunder Knight, he looks so much like Viktor, or rather, Viktor looks so much like his ancestor. He stands at a junction of moon bridges, protecting the atherieal realm from what looks to be a large powerful Dragon. So very much like the ancient Zmei of Silver Fang lore.

The battle is a flurry, the knight the last guardian stopping the assault by the wyrm as if he were an unstoppable warrior against overwhelming forces. In the end, the Knight lures the Dragon onto a junction and waits for the attack, the Dragon snapping down and attempting to take the garou into his maw in a single bite, rather than attack the dragon, this time the Shadow Lord legend stabs his Grand Klaive into the moon bridge and shatters it across the spirit realms, the two combatants, the Dragon and the Shadow Lord are ripped across the storm that follows scattered across the umbra. A painful sacrifice to protect the gateway to the stars.

The vision shifts

The cultist from before, all 8 feet of him. Once more he has someone on his sacrificial altar. This time however it appears to be a vampire of some sort. He’s nearly bled out, as the nephandi drinks of his blood. Dark magicks uttered, “Your power. Your immortality. Will be mine.” He swears upon whatever dark gods he serves.

The vision shifts

Once again in the dark cathedral, centuries have passed since the last vision and yet there he is, the same cultist and still alive, looking the same age albeit, hardened, skin of near stone, more bestial, the influence of the vampire blood on his life.

Cultists rush into the room once more, again they are excited about a victory. They hold up a gauntlet with armored vambrace to their lord and master. They found it, part of the Thunder Knight’s armored regalia, in this case, the Lightning Bracer…the matching bracer to Viktor’s own Thunder Bracer.

END Dream Vision -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The garou are walking slowly along the forest edge, its easy to walk along the perimter of the lake, creating some distance between the cabin and their movements as they spread out to make sure her lands are safe from any danger. "So..." Viktor continues the conversation with the others. "With the cult after me, and they are thinking that Xenovia's kami is the same that was joined with my ancestors mate, thus why she is in danger. Thus my patrol and why I've asked you three to help." the Shadow Lord pauses to look at them and genuinely say, "Thank you."

Hjalmar nods at Viktor. "Ofcourse. We will help wherever we can." His senses are on high alert and he has had himself ready for a change if needed.

One of their party, since this is a garou area, is a wolf. A large, male Fianna. Battle Singer trots along a little distance from the others, sniffing things. He has done night watches a number of times on Xenovia's cabin in the past, or her RV back when she lived in one. So of course he would come to help out his friends. Even if they are Shadow Lords. The male wolf lifts his head and looks to Viktor, >> It's what we do. Watch each other's backs against our enemies, Thunder's Fury'rhya. <<

Waziyata trails to one side of the group, flanking them in the underbrush in her breed form. She has been listening to the explanations, but she hasn't joined the conversation. At the final bit from Viktor, she pokes her head into view and chuffs once, softly. An acknowledgement of the thanks. Then, she is back into the brush again, prowling, scenting the air, listening to the evening.

"More...I had a dream the other night. It felt so real." Viktor decides to share suddenly, as he does so on his right arm, an armored vambrace shimmers into view from where it was dedicated. The Thunder Bracer. "My Ancestor, Mikael Balasevic, the Thunder Knight...the cult had found one of his lost fetishes...I dont know if its true, or wishful thinking..but.." he trails off. "I can't help but think the attacks on Xenovia, and the return of this cult..the rekindled connection of my ancestors. That it all means.../something./"

Hjalmar listens and nods. "Possible. Is that bracer of yours.. an heirloom as well? If so.. And they would have found another.. Could they trace one item to the other? Making them work as if a beacon?"

Battle Singer turns his head to see what Wazi is doing and sniffs the air. His attention returns then sharply to Viktor. The Galliard's silvery eyes blink with surprise. >> I too had a strange dream last night. With a man in it that resembled you, a woman, and altar, and a sacrefice. But I did not know what it meant. << The Shadow Lord certainly has the Fianna's attention now. Lleupine studies Viktor, then resumes walking, alert and silent.

It's the mention of dreams that gets Wazi's attention. The wolf's head appears in the brush once more, ears perked up and alert, attention focused on Viktor. <<Dreams. Mine too. You, with metal lightning gloves, and Wyrm People.>> A pause then, before she growls softly <<Is sign. Not good sign. What is the glove?>>

The whole dreaming part pulls Hjalmar's attention out of his situational awareness. "Dreams you said? Then... We all shared the same dreams.. I had... Not thought.. I never had experienced such dreams before. I did not think much of it besides of it being something else than a lively dream."

Viktor blinks for a moment and looks down at the fetish, "It is...I hadn't considered that." the Shadow Lord begins as he watches Hjalmar. When Battle Singer claims to have had the same dream, "That can't be..." he's about to say possible, but he knows damn well it /is/ possible. "The glove is a fetish of my family, part of the Thunder Knight's warrior regalia.." he starts to explain.

As they discuss the events, the patrol continues when suddenly Viktor’s phone rings

RINNG RINNG RINNG

The Shadow Lord arches a brow as he looks at the Caller ID that reads: Xenovia Sylvan. “Hello?” he geets. The garou furrows his brow, he can hear background noise. Some sort of banging in the background but there is no reply, “Hello? Xenovia?” he repeats. “Hello?”

Then through the forest in the distance, coming from the direction of the cabin is BLARING loud alarm. It plays a recording, as Xen has a dark sense of humor sometimes. It plays the Red Queen's voice from Umbrella Corps, "Step back from the house. This is your last warning. The virus contagion is released within. Do not gain entry." The british girl's voice is piped through speakers on the front porch.

The noise makes Battle Singer react! The Fianna wolf turns sharply to look back at the cabin. >> We should check that out! << Unless Viktor should check him, the Galliard starts to lope back - cautiously but with some speed. As he draws nearer however, he slips into cover and hunkers down to get a look, ears up. Silvery eyes bright and an ear to flick back to catch the sounds of the others.

<<He is like human wyrm leech, eating life for not-life?>> Waziyata makes a guess, now remaining nearer to the group as she stalks along through the woods with them. It's the first question she's asked so far. But before the others can begin to reply, that blaring alarm and blasting voice are happening. The lupus's ears stand up and her hackles raise, pivotting to face toward the sound, lips peeling back to show teeth. She's alarmed, all right. Then Lleutrim is barking an order and Waziyata falls into place beside the Galliard, slipping back into the shadows and underbrush. <<Attack together. No more homid.>>

Hjalmar is about to tell more about the dream as the alarm is raised.. And immediatly wills himself to shift and starts buffing himself up as he follows the others towards the Cabin, taking Viktors lead.

The bushes he has moved into aren't really cover but they do conceal him. Battle Singer remains merely a wolf and doesn't upshift into Hispo yet. It may be that this is a false alarm and until he knows more, he's being cautious. It's also easier to stay out of sight if you are smaller. So he stays put until the others catch up, then shifts carefully through the foliage to get closer and a better vantage point. His nose is working to pick up scents, ears and eyes sharp as he tries to detect what's going on. Someone breaking in?

They sneak quietly through the forest, slowing down as they get so much closer. Using the shadows and the underbrush to keep their positions quiet. As they gaze at the cabin they can see by now the front door has been broken in. The cabin itself is surrounded by numerous cultists, they are human for the most part, hands twisted into long stone like claws.

the alarm continues. The british Red Queen speaks again.

"You are ALL going to die down here

Inside the cabin a low voice, gleefully taunting Xenovia can be heard. "The Thunder Knight couldnt protect his kami...who is going to protect you Bitch? Be glad my master has use of you or we would have our fun here..." he snarls.

Viktor almost leaps forward, drawn by his wolf to fight first. But he waits, the Shadow Lord knows strategy. <<We need to get in quickly. Storm ahead?>>

ShieldBrother looks at the scene, quickly scanning and nodding. <<You and Battle Singer go in quick.>> He gestures to the door. <<Puddle Jumper and I will take those outside.>> He looks to the group leader to see his opinion of this plan.

Waziyata gives a quiet little growl as she sees the crowd of warped, deformed humans in the clearing ahead. She stays low and close to the ground, slinking along more slowly as the wolves draw closer to the scene of the fight. <<Be full of care,>> the lupus whines quietly in response to Hjalmar's suggestion, <<Sicknesses. Bad sicks.>> Then, she licks her chops and glances between the other garou a moment. Then she is giving a light toss of her head. <>

There is a good look around, counting the positions of however many of the cultists that Battle Singer can detect from his place of concealment in the foliage. >> Aye, at least two of us should try to rush in. Lead on, Thunder's Fury. I'm with you. << He shifts up from lupus to hispo, ready to go and activates a couple more gifts, just in case...

After the plan has been laid, Puddle Jumper takes a few moments to get her gifts ready and shift up into her hispo form. She shifts her weight a little, tense and ready to spring, studying the herd of goons. After a few moments, she snaps <<Them!>> and then she is slinking forward through the brush, toward a pair of goons standing just a bit further from the rest, backs turned to the Garou, watching the cabin. The ahroun throws herself from the bushes and lands on the man's back, jaws already closing around the back of his neck and head tossing in a vicious shake. A loud snap and a sickening ripping sound, then his head is gone and the Hispo bristles, facing toward the goons, howling for all she's worth: <<Puddle Jumper is here! Face me, wyrm things!>>

The cultists shriek in pain as they are so easily taken out by the ambush attack as the patrolling pack comes out of the forest in a fury of fangs and battle axe. The rest of the cultists turn and begin their battle cries, intent on answering the challenge of the attack. Its only now that the garou may notice something more, there is a tear in the shadows. More cultists are crawling out of it, like a ants from a hive.

Viktor erupts into movement, midstride he is his crinos war form, on his right hand the Thunder Bracer crackles with the power of Grandfather Thunder himself as he surges through the cultists, taking advantage of the distraction to surge into the cabin to try and save Xenovia.

ShieldBrother rushes in together with Puddle Jumper. Well.. One moment he was. The next she's gone and he is about to bury his axe into the first of the cultists, cutting him almost in half... And as blood splatters him, he emits a fierce growl accompanied by a challenge. <<For Gaia!>> Though this growled challenge.. Well.. It gets overstemmed by the challenge Puddle Jumper outs!

Battle Singer waits and remains concealed next to Viktor. As the others rush out, his haunches bunch with eagerness, silvery eyes bright. Only once Vik breaks covera and begins his rush to get into the cabin, does Lleupine also dash out in Hispo. The huge direwolf bounds for the door, snarling and vicious, ready to destroy!

As the british womans voice continues to blare, within the cabin is a stocky man, perhaps 5'6" only, but nearly 4 feet wide as well of solid muscle. He standing in the living room, more cultists around him as he calls out to Xenovia, "Come out bitch! Give your soul willingly and I promise it will be...less..." he pauses when Battle Singer and Thunder's Fury storm the cabin. "...Painful." he finishes as he turns. The cultists robe shrugged off, all muscle, where he should have a stomach however is a second mouth, large and filled with viscious teeth. "Ah...the heir." he seems pleased to see Viktor.

After ShieldBrother flicks of a little blood of his axe. He turns to the first of the cultists to come at him next... And with a snarl, buries his axe in the chest of that one. Three others attack him while he is pulling the axe out of the last cultist. And even though two of them actually land a hit. He just shrugs them off. <<Weaklings!>>

That got their attention! Puddle Jumper wags her tail a little as some of the remaining cultists turn to face her, growling a continued challenge at them. Then she bounds forward, snapping at another man in passing - it isn't an instant death blow like the first attack was, but he won't be getting up too soon, either. She passes him, moving into the midst of the other cultists and snarls, turning her shoulder to absorb the claw blows against her flanks. Then, she is glancing to Hjalmar and barking a command: <<We stop their man hole!>> Hopefully, he understands her purpose. She is angling toward that tear in the world, the source of the cultists. How she'll seal it is anybody's guess. ’

In they rush, past Puddle Jumper and Shield Brother as those two ambush the cultists who are outside. Right behind Viktor, Battle Singer bounds in as a gigantic dire wolf through the cabin door. They litterally bust it open in their rush if need be, bursting it off it's hinges! It takes all of about one second to sum up the positions and identify the big guy, and how the others at once begin to move to rush inbetween.

Battle Singer is /already/ howling as he runs, lifting up his deep voice to begin the most horrible mockery he can think of to taunt the bossman and keep him from setting plans into motion, direct others, or cause some harm to Xenovia. Instead of attacking, the Fianna skids to a stop, >> You! Fat Ass! You balding, impotant, dickless ass kissing, short fucker! Yes, I mean YOU! Smelling of the guy's dicks you sucked off! Come here, you pussy fearful goat fucker! I can see your pussy right in the middle of your stomach, shortstack! << It doesn't even matter what he says or how he howls it, the gift gives the Song of Mockery /power/ to piss off and break concentration - Gaia willing!

It works! Instead of hanging back and absorbing more power, growing even more stronger, Battle Singer lures the bad ass looser to flip his shit and come out to attack!

Even so, one of them gets a whack at Battle Singer ere his howl has died away and he engages!

Thunder’s Fury charges ahead and sends a vicious claw into a cultist…with no effect. However, when the cultist attacks back, its claws dig deep sending the heir to the Thunder Knight’s blood across the cabin floor. Rage, lightnings through his spine and comes out in a vicious snarl but he manages to contain it.

The cult leader turns, he wants to prepare himself and fight Viktor. He wants to kill the heir. The nemesis of their ancient history. However Battle Singer distracts him quickly, so its only after he has absorbed one of the cultists into his body in a twisted merging of flesh on flesh, ancient dark powers at work. Not nearly the preparedness he would wish, but the song challenge cannot be denied and he is storming towards the Fianna. “Foolish wolf…you’ll die first then the heir.” You paged Xenovia with ‘It's not Viktor's voice that responds, but Mikael's. <<My love. I will not let harm come to you.>> Even if Viktor has begun to question if Xen is the mate returned, Mikael has not.’

ShieldBrother notices that one of their targets is somehow.. Thethered.. To the portal they used. And thus, focusses his next attack on that one. His axe bites deep, making the target stagger. But it is with Puddle Jumper's help. That they both bring this one down as if it was nothing.

It gets rough, fast! There is much snarling as wolves and cultists engage! Battle Singer tries to lay into the short, broad bossman with the second mouth in his stomach that is attacking /him/ and already hurt him a blow, but the dire wolf's claws don't quite make it through the muscular man's clothing and into his flesh! Lleupine is focused on the super natural baddass even as one of the cultists is trying to nail him. The Galliard can't move fast enough and is cleaved another blow that opens up his pelt. Blood is starting to stain and slik his wolf's fur.

A quick glance to keep tabs on how Thunder's Fury is fighting informs Battle Singer that the Shadow Lord is doing as poorly or worse even than the Fianna! This won't stand!

At first, Thunder's Fury roars out and bounds forward now that the cult attack party's leader is available. His claw attack is vicious, ripping into him with deadly force and it shows as blood sprays across the cabin. Poor Xen is going to have quite the mess to clean up. However, he has left himself open, and the two cultists start to claw into him with vicious little strikes, cutting deep into the Shadow Lord Ahroun.

Puddle Jumper is everything that Viktor has heard about her, guided by luck of the Wyld she is a dervish of death and destruction and she finishes off the cultists that Shieldbrother could not. As it dies, the shadow tether snaps closed, a cultist was trying to crawl through the opening to join his brothers is cut in half by the closed portal, he howls in pain for only a moment before the body goes into shock.

The cult leader, the flesh eater, howls out a death cry. Fear is his weapon, but it is not nearly enough to frighten the hardened garou warriors, the once cultist that has been absorbed flails out at Viktor, a cointunued attack on the Shadow Lord ahroun.

ShieldBrother attacks another target after he and Puddle Jumper both killed the same one. But the momentum of them coming at them, combined with the small jab of pain he feels at his side.. It puts him off balance. And thus... He misses his next swing.

Thunder's Fury spins and claws, a cultist is ripped nearly in two and dropped to the floor. They have to find a way to create some space, and give them a chance to breath. So he doesn't hesitate in cutting down one of lower end cultists. So far the garou have done well, Nine total cultists have been killed, only two left in the house, plus the big guy, and three more outside....

ShieldBrother swipes his axe at the next cultist, killing it instantly but opening himself up for the other two to attack him. Both hit... The first one hits him /hard/, drawing blood. The other glances off of his muscled coat.

[+WATCH] 06:21 pm: Karasu has disconnected. (+help +watch) Thunder's Fury turns on the large cultists, the abomination of flesh merged with flesh. He snarls out a fearsome growl, you could swear that thunder would have crashed through the room as if from Grandfather Thunder himself as he sends a quake of primal fear through the leader of this sortie on the cabin.

The large cultist takes a defensive position, moving to defend himself as fear over takes him. "You!" he growls out back at the Shadow Lord Adren.

The small cultist turns, leaping into Thunder's Fury. He attempts to drive his claws into the Shadow Lord ahroun only for Viktor to dodge and out of the way at the last possible second.

Things were starting to look ugly, both Battle Singer and Thunder's Fury taking a beating! There is garou blood thick in their coats and beginning to slick the floor of the cabin as the fight rages on! Furniture is getting bumped and over turned left and right, things crashing to the floor as huge wolves leap about and cultists do their damnedest to kill the garou! Thankfully, Thunder's Fury's gift works and the Big Guy finally lets up his assault, drawing back in fear! It's the break they needed! That, and Wazi rushing in to touch Battle Singer!

Vigor and renewed strength flow through him, making the huge dire wolf's eyes flash for a breath as if with Luna's silvery light. Bloody but healed, the Galliard leaps with powerful haunches to launch himself upon one of the cultists, taking the man down with a scream as the Lleupine rips out his throat!

Puddle Jumper growls as she endures more attacks from the cultists, tearing through them and continuing her steady progress toward the cabin, her enemies' attacks little more important than flea bites. As the portal closes, she growls, lifting her head to scent the air. Blood. Friendly blood. Her ears perk up and she glances toward Shieldbrother, but he's not badly hurt yet. She springs past the next cultist, not taking the time to kill him as she rushes past the man and into the cabin. Once there, she rears up onto her hindlegs and slaps Battle Singer's rump with a growled, <<Move!>> as the Galliard's wounds close. Then she is dropping back to all fours, her attention moving past him to Thunder's Fury, who still bleeds.

Hjalmar is about to enact vengeance on the cultist attacking him. But his axe does not bite as deep as he had hoped... Sadly enough.

Thunder's Fury, snarls out, <<Help Hjalmar!>> he growls out as he attacks the cultist and drives a claw into into the smaller cultist. He avoids attacking the larger Cultist as he is cowed for the moment. His claws strike deep, severely injuring the cultist but not enough to kill him.

In response, the cultist spins and rakes his own clawes across the Shadow Lords chest, but not deep enough to cause any real injury.

Battle Singer hears Thunder's Fury's order just as he was gathering himself to leap from the dead cultist to go after that fat ass bastard with two mouths again! There's a quick look but Wazi's here to assist Viktor, so the Fianna dire wolf nods and instead twists around to lunge for the door. His powerful huge wolf's form is propelled back out into the night, seeking the Philodox to lend him aid! >> I'm coming, Shieldbrother! << left."

A thunderous blow and more blood sprays across poor Xenovia's cabin, she's really going to dislike this. And although nearly three of the garou have been seriously injured, nearly crippling injuried if not for their gifts, the battle is finally starting to turn to the tide. As the final cultist int he home falls, the Shadow Lords murderous gaze turns to the lead cultist, the merged flesh. <<Die Wyrm spawn!>>

Out of the cabin rips forth a great wolf as if out of some legend or myth of antiquity! Battle Singer leaps, claws gleaming with his gift and still armed to cause extra harm, yet it is his fangs that are bared, his tongue curled within his maw as he goes for the nearest and least injured cultist troubling the Philodox! The Galliard lands upon the woman, bearing her down as if a great weight had descended upon fragile, brittle bird bones, crushing her to the ground and ravaging her with his jaws! She barely has time to realize her death is upon her like a fiend out of hell, a scream choked off in her throat as her heart is ripped out!

It takes only seconds. The dire wolf leaves her body and Battle Singer like some awsome rabid beast takes the last cultist down outside before Shieldbrother's eyes, massice jaws taking the man by the back of his neck and thrashing him before discarding the broken body, front paws firmly planted with his claws digging into the soft earth.

Puddle Jumper charges in to the rescue as the sounds of fighting begin to die down outside. She doesn't waste breath snarling or howling or yapping as she rushes past Thunder's Fury and throws herself at the big cultist guy. Her shoulder slams into him and he is knocked backwards as if hit by a freight train. She shoves off of the man with her forepaws, twisting about in the air gracefully, fluidly, falling flat on her face with a yelp and a sharp crack! The mighty ahroun tumbles across the room, then, massive body smashing a crater into the wall of Xenovia's cabin (will that satisfy Twister?) and coming to a dazed halt. Even as the fight continues, the lupus gives a low, whining groan, and stays down for the moment. She's probably seeing stars.

Panting and eager for more, Battle Singer checks himself when he sees Shield Brother moving for the cabin. Lleu could dash ahead but there's really no room for /all/ of them in there and the place is already profoundly getting wrecked and bloodied. So instead, the Galliard takes one fast leap to intercept the Philodox and reaches out a paw, mindful of his claws not to sink them into Shield Brother - the touch is light, invoking a gift to send a pulse of Gaia's warmth and vigor into his friend's massive Crinos body in passing, a flow of healing power to do what he can ere Shield Brother goes to engage the enemy for the final fight.

As the large cultist falls to the ground in a cry of pain, Thunder's Fury doesn't leave even a hint of opportunity for quarter or mercy. He leasp into the air and comes crashing down with a vicious claw strike to rip through the throat of the beast. Blood splatters once more across the room in a splash of gore. When he dies, like with the previous attacks, there is a final death curse, lightning from the splinter of the Storm Kami's soul that was capture so long ago in the sacrifice of Viktor's ancestor's mate.

The death curse ravages through the room, lightning flashing across, Battle Singer and ShieldBrother manage to be fast enough to avoid the strike that lashes out in their direction. One strike arcs through the air and flashes through Puddle Jumper, too slow to move out of the way from the daze resulting from the tackle. Another arc of lightning flashes through Thunder's Fury, its absorbed and grounded through and dispersed through the home as it comes to an end.

ShieldBrother took another glancing blow and is about to murder the offender. But Battle Singer comes rushing for help! He sees both Cultists being taken down and is about to rush inside to help out there. A warm sensation fills his body as Battle Singer heals him with Grandmothers touch. And when he is about to enter the building with a growl... Lightning strikes! He jumps aside, avoiding to get struck himself.. The scent of burning hair though... Seems that not everyone was as lucky.

While the others go at it inside of the cabin, Battle Singer barely as time to start prowling around to make sure there are no more threats out here. The next thing he knows, lightning flicks out at him! The huge dire wolf leaps into the air and twists, somehow dodging and evading the flash and crackle that tries to sear his hide! The smell of ozone has ripped through the air followed by the thunderclap almost simutaneously!

And then it's over. The night falls quiet - outside at least. Battle Singer cocks his head and goes to the door cautiously to peek in. As the battle comes to its conclusion, Thunder's Fury rumbles and drops to one knee, the strain of the battle suddenly hitting him. Blood soaking his fur, /his blood/. He was deeply wounded in that fight...more than he has been in some time. <<Mother fuckers...>> he looks around, <<What a mess...>> he grunts.

Puddle Jumper lifts her head slowly, groggily, blinking a few times, ears flattened back against her skull. The enemy is down. So is she. And she's embedded in the wall. The massive wolf stares in confusion for a long moment, slowly gathering herself up as if to stand when... KRAKOOM! ZAP! POP! A blast of lightning arcs from the dying man's body, forking and zig-zagging to strike at each of the garou. Waziyata pushes off against the floor, attempting to throw herself aside, but all she manages to do is smash her hole in the wall wider. The lightning strikes true, tearing through the wolf as she howls in surprise and rage and loss... for all of about a second. Then, she goes quiet again, leaning against the broken wall, every strand of fur in her body standing up straight like in a kids movie, ears slowly raising into a surprised expression. <<It did not hurt?>>

ShieldBrother looks inside as all calms down again... He sees both Puddle Jumper and Thunder's Fury in there. Jumper looking like a damn floof. And Fury in a bad shape. He quickly comes inside in order to help Fury as Jumper seems to be able to shake it off. He will try and heal with Grandmothers touch.

Battle Singer's Shield Brother moving to heal Thunder's Fury. /If/ there is room, he comes into the cabin as well to sniff around and see if he can help with any of the healing. It's crowded in here, >> Where is Xenovia? Xenovia! Come out! It is done! << A pause and Viktor lets one of the others heal him, at least to a managable level. He shifts slowly down to his homid form and grunts out, "Xenovia!" He still has wounds, needs to be healed but its not nearly as dangerous as it was.

Xenovia comes out of the bathroom, alive, unhurt and thankful for the help(I dont want to rp another persons character.)

"This has to stop..." Viktor decides, "I have to take the fight to them, take this cult down...wherever they are."

Puddle Jumper steps slowly, carefully out of the space between the walls. She gives herself a shake, dislodging some plaster and paint and a lot of dust and insulation from herself, taming her fur somewhat, too. She glances over the room a moment, ears perked up, then her form begins to shrink. But she doesn't fall back to her breed form, instead turning into a bulky, muscular, hairy woman on all fours. Wearing a Minnie Mouse backpack that is bulging with something. She straightens up after a moment, then, grunting softly. Her hair is still frazzled and all over the place, but she's otherwise unharmed. She looks to the other three garou and says, "No more use gnosis to heal. Use Gaia's Breath, save gnosis for next fights." She gives the backpack a shake, beginning to shrug it off. The shake makes a distinct rattling sound.

There is one hell of a mess in here. Battle Singer shifts out of his dire wolf form to his near-man like Glabro form, much as Puddle Jumper has done. As Wazi starts digging through her things, Lleu gives Xenovia a hug, "I'm grateful to see you are unharmed. I'll help clean up this mess." Wazi tends to Thunder's Fury, the Galliard starts with the nearest body to drag it outside. A nice, wide smear of fresh blood streaks across the floor as he does so - he's not picking it up. The floor's going to need a hosing out as it is.

ShieldBrother looks to Fury and nods. <<Agreed.>> Then looks to Jumper. <<Good thinking. Or use natural heal.>> Then he turns to Singer. And nods. <<Thanks for healing Battle Singer.>>