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The werewolves made use of the fire descending on them. Abby yelled for them to fire. To make it look like there were more werewolves, each wolf launched three arrows. The arrows caught fire and rained down on the retreating keepers. Abby still had to duck under a stone outcropping to keep from being barbecued.

"Fire again!" she called out as another barrage of arrows went down. She stepped out from under the stone ledge she was under. Soon enough they would have to go into a hand-to-hand combat. The gas for the fire would run out and so would the arrows.

Abby howled encouragement to all of the werewolves. The fire had taken out several of them though. She hoped their numbers did not go too low before the combat part.

[[Thanks. I was tired of her being in a hospital, particularly during the big fight scene >.<]]

[[Yup, some of them are]]

Abby ordered the werewolves to begin the charge. Wolves in human form on the wall would provide cover fire while wolves in wolf form ran a charge that Abby herself would lead all the way to the Keepers. She gave the order and all the archers stood up and shot another barrage of arrows at the keepers.

Abby had already led some wolves out of the trap door in human form. There were not many of them, maybe fifteen, but they were the fastest and strongest wolves at the mansion. She led them around the bend, now all as wolves, and charged at the Keepers. Abby reached the first one and clawed open his throat. What the Keepers had not fully been aware of was just how strong a werewolf's paws were. They could tear through metal in a single swipe. The pads on them were thick and tough. It took a lot to damage the paws of a werewolf.

Abby heard the wails of wounded archers, stung by the gnats. It broke her heart not to respond, but that would leave her throat exposed. as she had just see one of her wolves killed by howling and leaving his throat exposed, she was not keen on the idea.

Have you ever woken up in a world you didn't belong in?
Or ever been treated with pity and distance for what someone else made you.
Or discovered that no one you loved was still alive, and known that you are not supposed to be.
Or torn from your peaceful rest.
Shaishuu was a vampire slayer. But she found release - for her hidden emotions, her fears, her confusion - in watching werewolf blood drip to the ground.
Roaring and screaming like a veteran Hunter, she poured her weapons at the werewolves. First one died of poison, then another of a silver vampire-fang bullet. A werewolf pounced on her, but she thrust it away with one of her condensed-air-combustion containers. She followed up with a long dagger, slicing open the back of its neck.
She spun around with the bloody dagger in hand and thrust it into the chest of a wolf that was leaping on another keeper. She shot a poison dart at yet another wolf, more silver bullets at others. She sliced and hacked, shot and roared.
She wasn't aware of the words spilling out of her mouth.
"For the dying! The raising! The changing! You! Did! This! Take! Back!"

Felincia was one of the ones who shot the second volley of poison at the remaining guards. There were at least twenty of them dead now. Retreating back into the tunnel, she whispered to the other small ones: "I don't know if there are any in the mansion, but I don't think they'd disgrace themselves as such. As soon as we kill all the guards, we'll burn the mansion anyway with our fire-brands."
More Gnats, and some larger poison barbs, were shot. More werewolves died.
Felincia was very proud of the poison they used. It was a combination of mercury and silver, plus other herbs and metals. It could kill vampire, human, animal, and werewolf.

[["There's a girl next to you!"??]]

Shaishuu was momentarily torn from her frustration and anger by a raven that had decided to perch on her shoulder. She was bleeding in a dozen different places and she probably didn't want to know how much flesh she was missing, so it was the raven's squalling that brought her back to this world more than the scratching.
She stood in a fighting stance - one used for vampires more than werewolves, but she couldn't help it - and stared hard at the raven. Then it hit her - "Evangeline?"

[[Huh?]]

"Um... Evangeline, ma'am, you shouldn't be here -" Shaishuu began. Then an idea dawned on her.
Ravens could fly. Unnoticed.
Shaishuu bolted for Mr. Cain, assuming that Evangeline would follow her. When she reached the Senior hunter, she helped him fend off three wolves before panting out her request. Mr. Cain, uneasily, passed her a small, round metal object.
Shaishuu handed the object to Evangeline, letting the raven grasp its small handle in her claws. "It's an explosive," she gasped. "Fly to the werewolf mansion, please ma'am, and take the pin out. Then, if you'd be so kind, drop it down a - a chimney or something."
Shaishuu whirled around and slit a werewolf's throat.