We pulled up to the outer ring of Charity’s territory in Brogan’s car sometime around midnight. We spotted several lookouts scanning the roads into the territory making sure The Crypts could not storm the territory without warning.

Brogan turned to me and asked, “So what decides start time?”

“First active move against the group, prep does not count?” I offered.

“Deal.” She said before getting out of the car and going to the trunk. She pulled out the standard templar equipment: a long sword, a metallic shield, Glock, back-up knife, gauntlets, greaves, and a bullet proof vest with various consumables and tools hanging off it. All were either stitched or carved with runes.

After putting on her equipment, she proceeded to charge the lookouts with her equipment lit up chi orange. As she approached the two werewolves, they changed forms into large wolfmen.

The left wolf lunged with its teeth at her, which she promptly ducked. She then used her shield to guard against its right claw and her sword to chop off the left.

The right wolf leaped over its partner’s back to claw at her. It was in two pieces before it hit the ground.

The remaining gang member was left with one hand and no partner; it was promptly dispatched with a simple pierce to its undefended side.

A warning was already sent though, and the entire pack was coming. Within three minutes a group of werewolves was storming down the street towards us. The war had thinned the proverbial herd of werewolves in the gang to a small group of elites and a larger group of new recruits created as fodder for the war.

Brogan promptly grabbed several cylindrical grenades from her vest with her shield hand, pulled the pins with her teeth, and chucked them into the crowd.

A cloud of silvery mist spread out from the grenades and burned the group like acid. Those older, thus stronger and wiser, got off easy. Those younger did not know to hold their breaths when in the silvery cloud. As a result, they breathed in the silver infused gas and promptly suffered a gruesome death.

The survivors emerged from the mist with various degrees of burns and a whole lot of anger.

“DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU’RE MESSING WITH?!?!?!? THE HOUNDS WILL CHASE YOU TO THE GATES OF HELL FOR THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” the blond lead werewolf bellowed shaking the windows of the surrounding buildings.

_

Charity Evans

“It’s funny how a woman named after a virtue is guilty of so much sin”

Grade C

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Brogan explained Charity’s situation, “It seems that you missed the message Charity, you’ve been declared kinless.”

“WHAT!?!? HE WAS SERIOUS?!?! AFTER ALL THAT I HAVE DONE FOR THE PACK, HE THREW ME AWAY LIKE TRASH?!?! HE PROMISED THAT I WOULD FOREVER BE HIS FAMILY!!! HE’S A LIAR AND I WILL DEAL WITH HIM WHEN I’M DONE WITH YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!” Charity half sobbed before her face turned into a snarl halfway through.

“He couldn’t let you continue, not after all the damage you’ve done and how public it’s been. You and Reginald have filled the city’s morgue with innocent people, werewolf corpses, and vampire bodies. All of which had to be covered up and disposed of. As a new friend once said to me you don’t talk to a rabid dog, you put it down and you have proven yourself to be one. I’m sorry I ruined your opportunity to die ignorant thinking that you had family and that they would avenge you. I thought you knew.” and Brogan did genuinely look sorry.

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Nothing more was said as there was no longer anything to say that could change the situation.

The ten wolves stormed down the street towards us.

As they did, Brogan’s armaments lit up like a sun in her hands. It seems that Brogan was not just standing there twiddling her thumbs. She was storing her chi for this moment.

She swung her sword. A huge orange slash flew from her sword and bisected the group.

All the elites were not used to facing a Templar, they had spent most of their life facing their equals, other werewolves and vampires, and their lessers.

The only survivor was Charity, she got out of the experience with only a large gash across her chest. She was thus weakened.

Note to self that if I ever end up fighting Brogan to not give her minutes of being able to stand in place without interruption.

Charity then did something that we did not expect, she Howled with a capital h. It was a technique that Jebediah had created. Everyone thought he did not pass on, turns out that we were wrong.

*Howl*

Howl was a technique to awaken the beast hidden inside werewolf blood. This enhanced the chi and magic of the user.

Charity immediately doubled in size and turned a blood red color. Her chest wound bubbled up and steamed. When the bubbles and steam disappeared, so too did the wound. She blurred towards the still shocked Brogan and slapped her into a car parked on the side of the street then turned towards me.

I looked over at Brogan with a questioning glance and got a shaky thumbs up. Seeing that, I teleported up onto a rooftop overlooking the street.

Brogan sped towards the large red wolf’s back and slammed her sword down on it. It only went in an inch through the enhanced muscles telling everyone how long this fight was going to be. She quickly took back her sword, not giving charity the chance to tense her muscles and trap the sword.

Charity immediately spun around brandishing her claws. Brogan was able to enhance herself in addition to her shield enough to both defend herself and stay in place. She countered with a quick swipe at Charity’s ribs not risking her sword getting stuck. Brogan knew she had to bleed her opponent out. Charity wasn’t going down without exhausting every last drop of her blood, chi, and magic.

The fight went on for another thirteen minutes and got kinda boring after the first three minutes as it became quite clear who was going to win early on.

Charity needed to burn chi and magic to maintain her form. Her form also automatically used both energies to heal every wound, no matter how minor.

Brogan got hit a couple of times, but her chi made those into bruises, not broken bones.

At minute three Charity made the worst mistake she could, she went on the defensive. The woman would have known about the error, but the dumb beast that Howl turned her into did not. For you see, you can’t win a fight on the defensive, only run out the clock.

I walked over to the exhausted victor, “Twenty minutes and twenty-one seconds. Not bad.”

“I’d like to see you do any better.” She got out between pants.

“Oh, you will.” I said with a grin before walking over to Charity’s corpse.

I proceeded to extract the beast in her blood and the Howl technique. I stored the two in containers I make to hold various things that I am not ready to use yet, either because of missing other ingredients or lack of inspiration.

“I do all the work and you get all the spoils? Hardly seems fair.” Brogan said after catching her breath.

“The spoils were useless to you, and I will buy you a breakfast sandwich on the way to my turn.” I explained then offered.

“I would prefer one of your little toys.” She countered.

“That can be arranged. Tell me what you want, and I’ll see what I can do.” I said, heading back towards the car.

Current Equipment:

Head:

[The Black Wasp Jackal’s Face]

Earrings:

[]

Necklace:

[The Energy Baron’s Stomach]

Clothes:

[]

Rings:

[The Mentalism Ring]

[Succubus’ Kiss]

[Mena’s Book]

Bracelets:

[]

Shoes:

[]

Armaments:

[Sense Cane]

[Holy Straight Razor]

Storage:

[Various Essences]

[Chi Organ]

[Spirit Shards]

[Various Murder Weapons]

[Green Thumb]

[Glass Eye]

[Kraken Components]

[Werewolf Blood Essence]

[Howl Technique]