Spectral Hunt: Final Night in London

[Raleigh]

"Of course." He spots movement in the dark ahead of them. "I think the other side moved too soon or else we've got a much larger den than expected. Probably converted one of our soldiers before tonight and we just now found out. Get some cover and get ready as they are already heading this way." He ducks behind a pillar and begins signaling to the others to fire the moment the first wolf gets about even with himself as he is ahead of the others.

[Mistress Guendolen]

A turncoat?... Well, it did happen sometimes. Not even those among them were immune to the sort of lures the dark ones could throw out. Deirdre dropped into a shielded area a few feet away, just able to look out. She drew her hand out of her pocket, ready to cast her first spell. A basic shield for those around her. Then, she could pull out the stronger stuff. Wards, bindings.... Largely defensive, but it would slow them down and allow her teammates to take them down. And she had a few more dramatic effects of her own, though she preferred not to use them unless necessary.

[Haylie]

"A big den? I guess I should pull out the big guns."

Without waiting for authorization, or indeed for his next breath, he draws from his back a remarkably large chain-gun with several runes and skulls on the barrels, pointing it into the darkness, listening to the growls of the targets. "C'mon, you stupid hairy freaks. Come and get me..."

[Raleigh]

"Now!" Rick spins around from his cover to fire into the first few wolves to head their way before pulling back to reload another magazine into his gun. The veritable swarm of wolves come rushing toward the group most ignoring Rick as they rush past but one jumps in on him and he is busy trying to fight it off with his gun.

[Haylie]

Ansgar opens up on the werewolves with his massive chain-gun, sending them flying back down the tunnel. The ones he missed seem to panic. Feeling satisfied, Ansgar fires at the wolf on top of Rick, making sure not to hit him in the process.

[Shadell]

Tobias mentally cursed. This wasn't how things were supposed to be. He tentatively opened his mouth and promptly shut it again. He was being kept out of the way as it was, and there was no reason his orders should change. Besides, asking for orders in the middle of an ambush struck the sniper as even more idiotic then he'd ever be.

Instead the boy took a few deep breaths to steady his shaking hands and slow his heart rate and began to focus. He carefully noted every noise around him, and then tuned them out, making sure he'd be able to notice even the slightest anomaly.

He glanced down into his scope as he focused. The gun tilted microscopically to the left to account for the wind, and then ceased to move all together. To all outside appearances Tobias was an expert sniper waiting for his shot. Of course he was sweating a bit much for the weather, and he seemed to be breathing a bit louder then one would expect.

[Raleigh]

((Guen, you going to post or should I move along?))

[Mistress Guendolen]

(Sorry, I went braindead on this for a long time....)

First a few. Then- a swarm. Barks and cries feral, animalistic. Sounds hearkening back to days when a cry in the night sent shivers down the spines of those alone in the wilderness.... The noises no less chilling in an urban setting.
Deirdre had felt frozen, the first time she had ever heard them. Now was different. She had done this before. Her hand came out of her pocket; it bore a handful of simple white powder. She spoke a few words under her breath, in Gaelic. Her free hand touched the concrete beneath her feet. It wasn't quite stone, but there was stone matter in there, ground up. Catch it, bring it up, reshape it... close enough.
With one last word, her hand flew out, opening. An arch of powder shot forth, the wind scattering it. It caught in the dim filter of moonlight, pale and briefly luminous. Settled. And then-
A rumble. Low, at first. Then the ground shook. A few fissions. And then.... A series of spikes of stone rose from the ground. A ring, not tall, but stout. Making a barrier between herself and her allies and those they sought to take down. It was a big technique, not subtle. But this was the time to be direct. Certain.

[Haylie]

Ansgar continues his methodical death-spray with his chain-gun, nicking a few of the spikes, but remaining surprisingly accurate. This continues for several more minuets, taking out as many of the werewolves as he possibly can, but there are still several left.

"Damn. There're more than I was expecting. I knew I should've brought that second drum..."