Giant rats.
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flint_garouThat is one big rat.
19 July, 2012
The moon is in the waxing New (Ragabash) Moon phase (6% full).
It won't be dark for a few hours yet, but most of the factories has disgorged their workers for the evening. A few are still running, as the evening shift takes over, but they are few and far between. As always, this part of the city reeks of corruption and filth.
Bad-Boy usually isn't found in this part of town. There really isn't all that good scavenging to be had around here, unless one likes to chow down on industrial waste and sawdust. Still, something has caught the large Garou mutt's attention. His nose is to the ground, keeping at the edge of the buildings, occasionally stopping at a doorway or an intersection to sniff out the area. His tail is at half mast, but stiff with tension and his ears are doing their best impression of naval radar dishes, constantly swivelling to and fro to pick up the sounds around him.
Despite the filth, it's one of the faster routes between the Vault and the Tenement, and so Flint walks along with Alexandra. His hands are in his pocket, sweatshirt pulled on now, and he's quiet, but in significantly better cheer. "Thanks," he repeats, quietly, shouldering into the smaller girl gently. Bad-Boy gets a curious glance, and then recognition not long thereafter in the raised quirk of brows.
Aaron is wandering around the Industrial Sector for old time's sake. He's not down here too often, especially since the Shadow Lords have claim on the Vault. The Gnawer is carrying a metal baseball bat with him that he casually drags along the length of a chain length fence. Yeah. he's bored.
"The pie wouldn't have been nearly as good without you and Ky to enjoy it with, so thank you, too," Alexandra replies to Flint as they walk. It takes the Shadow Lord a moment to recognize Bad-Boy as well, not having seen him since the Great Hunt, but when she does, she raises one hand to wave a greeting to him.
Bad-Boy doesn't seem to notice the other Garou at first, nose still to the grindstone so to speak. Only when they get close enough to hear their voices, does an ear flick their way and he looks up. He wags in way of greeting. I found something!
Aaron's bat continues to make a clinking sound upon the chain link fence. He stops for a moment to look at a blacked out window before moving on. He doesn't notice the other Garou in the area yet.
Flint nods and smiles, content to drop the matter at that, though there's a dark, still troubled expression on his face, that fades quickly when the theurge points something out. "Hey there boy," Flint greets Bad-Boy. "Found what?"
Alexandra looks to Flint. "C'mon, let's go say hi." Once it's clear that he has the same idea, she joins him in heading over that way. Once they're close enough to speak more quietly to the lupus—no sense in looking crazy, after all—she asks, "Anything good?"
A small growl rumbles in Bad-Boy's throat. No. Not good. Saw bad rat-thing. Followed it. His nose twitches as he takes in the scents around him and then looks over to a rather decrepit looking building only a block away. It went there.
Aaron is still down the street a little ways. He pauses outside of the Odeon and stands there to stare at the doors. He then turns and continues moving towards the group.
Alexandra asks, "Was it really big? Like nearly half your size? If that's what it is, they've got poison in their skin if you try to bite them, so you'll need to use claws. And we don't heal fast when they hurt us." She looks to Flint. "You memorized the map enough to draw it—that's not the location of one of the nests we know about, is it?"
Flint looks between Bad-Boy and Alexandra for a moment, before retracing a few steps backwards and then looking at the building. "It's close?" he says. "There's a nest not, not far from there. We. Not the one we looked, scouted. But." His lips purse, faintly, that dark look coming back on his face when Lex mentions the damage the rats can do, equally dark thoughts about pain being real leaking over the packlink.
Bad-Boy's tail wags a little more vigorously as Alexandra describes what it is that he had found. Yes! It smelled… And here is where the limitation of the Lupus language fails to describe exactly how it smelled. Bad-Boy tries his best but it just ends up coming out as…. icky. He glances over at the condemned building again and explains that he doesn't think there's a nest there with a small one. Only scented one. Scent is strong, but still only one there.
Aaron has picked up his pace, now heading with purpose back towards the Gnawer safehouse. He nearly passes the group by but Bad-Boy is hard to miss. He whistles through his teeth at the small party and arcs his eyebrows.
Alexandra aims a worried look over at Flint, though for now, at least, she doesn't say anything. To Bad-Boy, she notes, "Where there's one of those things, there's usually more nearby, so let us know if you smell them." At the whistle from Aaron, she looks over toward him, beckoning him over with a wave of her hand once she's recognized him. "Oh, and bright light will disorient them pretty badly, at least for a short time."
Flint looks at the building and then stares off into space. "The nest… might not. Not in the building," Flint says, to Bad-Boy. "But. It's. It's close. I know it's close, somewhere." A glance at the ground, and then at Lex. "Don't suppose you, happen to, to have a flashlight with you? I. Mine're back home."
Bad-Boy's ears swivel at the sound of Aaron's whistle, and a happy bark escapes him when he spies his tribemate. He bounds over to him and circles him in a bouncing manner. Come! Help kill bad icky rat-thing!
As he's bouncing around Aaron, Bad-Boy suddenly stops, hackles raised as he spies said icky Rat-thing staring back at him. Without further ado, he makes a mad rush after it, making a growling kind of woofing noise.
Aaron approaches when Alexandra waves him over. "What's going on?" he whispers when he is closer. He then grins at Flint. "I ain't got a flashlight but…" he lingers off as he pulls a can of spray paint from his back pocket and cigarette lighter from his front pocket. "Who wants it?" he asks. "Well… let's not just stand around, lets …" Aaron stops there and immediately goes to follow Bad-Boy.
Alexandra shakes her head at Flint. "I don't even have the flashlight on my phone, until my new one comes in." She looks a little exasperated as Bad-Boy takes off, but that doesn't stop her from following him. To Aaron, she offers a very quick recap of the parts he was too far away to hear. "Don't bite them, and it doesn't heal fast when they bite you."
The rat makes a run for the decrepit looking building that Bad-Boy pointed out earlier. With sagging walls, boarded up windows, and a hole chewed right through the brick work in one spot. A child might be able to crawl through the hole, or a wolf, but it would be a really tight squeeze. This is the hole that the rat disappears though, leaving a layer of pussy ooze along one side of the opening. Inside, to Bad-Boy's sensitive ears and nose, there are a number of the over sized rodents. At least a dozen. There is the rampant stink of the sewers as well.
Flint takes off after Bad-Boy and then skids to a halt when they reach the building, looking at the hole. "Ugh," he says, looking at it. There's another pause, and he reaches into his waistband at the back of his pants, pulling out the handgun and clicking the safety off, though it's held carefully, pointed both down and away from anyone else, or himself. "Wonder if they heal," he mutters.
Bad-Boy somehow manages to squeeze himself through the hole in the wall, despite his bulky size, probably helping widen it some for the other Garou. A small whimper comes from inside once he realizes how outnumbered he is. Since he's safely away from view from any passer-bys he takes a quick moment to shift into the war-form and to growl out a warning, ~There are lots!~
"You," Aaron says directly to Alexandra, "Take this." He hands her the spray paint and lighter. He then shifts into lupus and follows after the others.
While Flint's question might be rhetorical, it's still one Alexandra can answer. "No. The one Alice shot just died, though it took a couple of bullets to do the job. And if you shoot and wound one, they're aggressive enough that they're likely to turn on each other." A glance at the opening the rat disappeared through guarantees that she's not even going to try to fit through it, especially after Aaron hands her the makeshift flamethrower, instead circling the building and looking for an entrance that's not easily seen from the street, though she makes considerable haste since Bad-Boy's in there alone.
The inside of the building is much like the outside. Everything seems to sag, including in the roof, and it is only a matter of time before the whole building collapses under its own considerable weight. The only blessing is that the terrible roof is letting in some sun here and there, making it possible to see in the partial darkness. In the north-east corner of the building, opposite from here the Garou are squeezing inside, there is a massive hole in the floor. Easily large enough to accommodate two crinos Garou and from it, the stench of the sewer oozes out. The rats scatter at the sight of Bad-Boy, disappearing in to a mass of collected garbage and solid waste, that has been stacked nearly to the the top of the 20-foot ceiling.
Flint shifts up and into glabro, following Lex, gun held ready. "Good, then at least, can. Shoot them," the Walker responds.
Bad-Boy crouches inside, waiting for the other Garou to join him, especially since the rats scattered as soon as he charged inside.
Alexandra is already shifting to glabro as she she approaches the boarded up doorway. Without knowing how bad the situation inside is, it's primarily an application of brute force to get in as quickly as possible, not particularly worried that she and Flint's entry is marked by the sound of shattering wood. Spying the huge mass of garbage once she gets inside, she mutters, "Shit." Then, louder, "That looks like a nest to me, and the last nest we scouted, there was a really big one inside when we disturbed it."
Aaron is right behind Bad-Boy when they enter the building. Once inside, he shifts up to Crinos immediately. I don't think you should have rushed inside, Lionheart communicates to Bad-Boy.
Flint grunts, and nods acknowledgement. ~It's the big one, we, need to be worried about,~ he says, to everyone. The gun is held ready now, and Flint chooses his footing carefully.
The mound in the corner is a really disgusting thing, as it is literally made out of anything that might be found in the sewers. Bits of soggy cardboard, human feces, plastic, bits of wood, metal… And yes, that looks like a human leg sticking out from one corner of the mound. Inside the nest like structure, there is a high pitched squeal and as if a battle-cry was just called, a dozen or more of the mutated rodents come poring out of the mass if garbage and human waste. Unsurprisingly, they go for the two targets that look the least intimidating, Alexandra and Flint.
Bad-Boy gives Aaron a small whine at the admonishment, but doesn't really get a chance to respond as they're beset by gigantic mutant puss-rats. The Lupus answer's the rat's battle-cry with one of his own, another one of those growling barks before leaping at the ones who have targeted Alex and Flint. Fortunately for the mutt, he did remember the warning and doesn't attempt to bite them.
Lionheart cannot growl or howl at the creatures but he can still look pretty intimidating. He digs his feet in and then rushes towards the swarm of rats with his claws out and ready.
Alexandra is relieved that the mound is so wet and soggy, given her current weapon, since that makes it far less likely she'll inadvertently burn the building down around them. When the rats come charging out of their nest, the ones that make it past Bad-Boy and Lionheart are met by an extended burst of flame as she flicks the lighter and sprays the paint through it.
The rats that get past Alexandra's fireball are in fact, fired upon, the crack of carefully aimed gunfire, and then again, and again. The Glass Walker is careful to shoot only the rats, and gets through five shots or so before clicking the safety and shoving the gun back away to swell up to crinos.
The rats, no matter how nasty they are, are no match for a Garou's claws. Bad-Boy catches one with his claws, ripping open its belly and sending it flying through the air. The mutated creature hits the far wall, then plummets to the ground. It is still alive, but not for long, not with its intestines looped around its hind legs. Lionheart is successful as well, neatly removing the lower jaw from his target and leaving it to twitch and die on the ground, as blood pours from its ruined throat. Alexandra's fire attack actually manages to dissuade the rats that have targeted her, as they squint and squeal, pawing at over-sized eyes that were blinded by the sudden light. Flint is not nearly so lucky, even as his shots do find their mark and at least two of the rats are wounded, he ends up swarmed as he shifts. Two rats attack his legs, one apiece, two latch on to his lower right arm, and the fifth one leaps up and bites down firmly on his groin.
Pack> Requiem says, ~Ow fuck not good pain!~
Bad-Boy may not be a master tactician, but he knows that nobody should be swarmed upon by creatures as filthy as these. With another growl-bark he leaps at the rats that's attacking Flint, grabbing at them to fling them away.
Lionheart continues to attack the rats with valor. Nothing is stopping him while his claws rip through the rats like butter. He notices Bad-Boy jumping to Flint's rescue and continues to cut a path around the entire party. He has no hesitation as he attacks the sewer rats with his claws, careful not to use his fangs.
Alexandra blurs into the warform, letting the paint and lighter fall to the floor to grab two of the rats that are attacking flint by their heads, squeezing hard enough that she's clearly intending to rip their throats out with her claws as she flings them at a group of their fellows, sending a mental warning of her intention to her packmate so the he can either position himself to her best advantage or at least not accidentally thrash out of her way.
Requiem roars in anger and pain, though there's still a darkness to the tone, a focus that the pain brings on the fight. He deals with the rat that's latched on in that most uncomfortable fashion himself, a blur of rage as he grips its jaws, detaches it, and then rips its throat out, tossing the body of the rat aside.
The mound behind the Garou actually starts to lift, then collapse, as a massive rat wriggles free from the filth and flees down the hole in the floor and in to the sewers. The thing was easily twelve feet long, without the tail. The smaller rats die one after another and while their teeth search out flesh, they find little but fur. Here, out of the sewers, the rodents are at a distinct disadvantage. The Garou have the room they need to avoid the worst of the attacks, even as the rats themselves are torn to bloody ribbons. Soon, the Garou are left in an empty building, filled with the corpses of the mutated rats, smelling of filth, and puss. Their clawed hands, coated in pus and blood, start to tingle and burn.
Bad-Boy snorts to get the awful stench out of his nose, now that the rats are taken care of. ~Bad rats,~ is all he manages to say.
Lionheart staggers back some when the mound suddenly shifts and reveals to be a massively sized sewer rat. That's unfortunate, he replies as it gets away. He looks around him at the rats covering the ground. He looks at the others while giving his tingling handpaws a shake. Let's take care of this and get out of here, he says.
Even as the Shadow Lord Ahroun is asking her packmate, ~You alright?~ she's also moving away from him, so that shake at least some of the ichor from her claws and coat free without it getting all over anyone else. Dipping her head in agreement with her fellow Ahroun, though, Seeks-Raging-Water starts gathering the bodies and tossing them down into the sewer opening. Even if they're food for their fellows, it's better than some human finding them.
Requiem dips his head in a nod. ~Fine,~ he responds, the pain turning to the more familiar daze and focus as he helps with cleanup.
19 July, 2012
The moon is in the waxing New (Ragabash) Moon phase (6% full).
It won't be dark for a few hours yet, but most of the factories has disgorged their workers for the evening. A few are still running, as the evening shift takes over, but they are few and far between. As always, this part of the city reeks of corruption and filth.
Bad-Boy usually isn't found in this part of town. There really isn't all that good scavenging to be had around here, unless one likes to chow down on industrial waste and sawdust. Still, something has caught the large Garou mutt's attention. His nose is to the ground, keeping at the edge of the buildings, occasionally stopping at a doorway or an intersection to sniff out the area. His tail is at half mast, but stiff with tension and his ears are doing their best impression of naval radar dishes, constantly swivelling to and fro to pick up the sounds around him.
Despite the filth, it's one of the faster routes between the Vault and the Tenement, and so Flint walks along with Alexandra. His hands are in his pocket, sweatshirt pulled on now, and he's quiet, but in significantly better cheer. "Thanks," he repeats, quietly, shouldering into the smaller girl gently. Bad-Boy gets a curious glance, and then recognition not long thereafter in the raised quirk of brows.
Aaron is wandering around the Industrial Sector for old time's sake. He's not down here too often, especially since the Shadow Lords have claim on the Vault. The Gnawer is carrying a metal baseball bat with him that he casually drags along the length of a chain length fence. Yeah. he's bored.
"The pie wouldn't have been nearly as good without you and Ky to enjoy it with, so thank you, too," Alexandra replies to Flint as they walk. It takes the Shadow Lord a moment to recognize Bad-Boy as well, not having seen him since the Great Hunt, but when she does, she raises one hand to wave a greeting to him.
Bad-Boy doesn't seem to notice the other Garou at first, nose still to the grindstone so to speak. Only when they get close enough to hear their voices, does an ear flick their way and he looks up. He wags in way of greeting. I found something!
Aaron's bat continues to make a clinking sound upon the chain link fence. He stops for a moment to look at a blacked out window before moving on. He doesn't notice the other Garou in the area yet.
Flint nods and smiles, content to drop the matter at that, though there's a dark, still troubled expression on his face, that fades quickly when the theurge points something out. "Hey there boy," Flint greets Bad-Boy. "Found what?"
Alexandra looks to Flint. "C'mon, let's go say hi." Once it's clear that he has the same idea, she joins him in heading over that way. Once they're close enough to speak more quietly to the lupus—no sense in looking crazy, after all—she asks, "Anything good?"
A small growl rumbles in Bad-Boy's throat. No. Not good. Saw bad rat-thing. Followed it. His nose twitches as he takes in the scents around him and then looks over to a rather decrepit looking building only a block away. It went there.
Aaron is still down the street a little ways. He pauses outside of the Odeon and stands there to stare at the doors. He then turns and continues moving towards the group.
Alexandra asks, "Was it really big? Like nearly half your size? If that's what it is, they've got poison in their skin if you try to bite them, so you'll need to use claws. And we don't heal fast when they hurt us." She looks to Flint. "You memorized the map enough to draw it—that's not the location of one of the nests we know about, is it?"
Flint looks between Bad-Boy and Alexandra for a moment, before retracing a few steps backwards and then looking at the building. "It's close?" he says. "There's a nest not, not far from there. We. Not the one we looked, scouted. But." His lips purse, faintly, that dark look coming back on his face when Lex mentions the damage the rats can do, equally dark thoughts about pain being real leaking over the packlink.
Bad-Boy's tail wags a little more vigorously as Alexandra describes what it is that he had found. Yes! It smelled… And here is where the limitation of the Lupus language fails to describe exactly how it smelled. Bad-Boy tries his best but it just ends up coming out as…. icky. He glances over at the condemned building again and explains that he doesn't think there's a nest there with a small one. Only scented one. Scent is strong, but still only one there.
Aaron has picked up his pace, now heading with purpose back towards the Gnawer safehouse. He nearly passes the group by but Bad-Boy is hard to miss. He whistles through his teeth at the small party and arcs his eyebrows.
Alexandra aims a worried look over at Flint, though for now, at least, she doesn't say anything. To Bad-Boy, she notes, "Where there's one of those things, there's usually more nearby, so let us know if you smell them." At the whistle from Aaron, she looks over toward him, beckoning him over with a wave of her hand once she's recognized him. "Oh, and bright light will disorient them pretty badly, at least for a short time."
Flint looks at the building and then stares off into space. "The nest… might not. Not in the building," Flint says, to Bad-Boy. "But. It's. It's close. I know it's close, somewhere." A glance at the ground, and then at Lex. "Don't suppose you, happen to, to have a flashlight with you? I. Mine're back home."
Bad-Boy's ears swivel at the sound of Aaron's whistle, and a happy bark escapes him when he spies his tribemate. He bounds over to him and circles him in a bouncing manner. Come! Help kill bad icky rat-thing!
As he's bouncing around Aaron, Bad-Boy suddenly stops, hackles raised as he spies said icky Rat-thing staring back at him. Without further ado, he makes a mad rush after it, making a growling kind of woofing noise.
Aaron approaches when Alexandra waves him over. "What's going on?" he whispers when he is closer. He then grins at Flint. "I ain't got a flashlight but…" he lingers off as he pulls a can of spray paint from his back pocket and cigarette lighter from his front pocket. "Who wants it?" he asks. "Well… let's not just stand around, lets …" Aaron stops there and immediately goes to follow Bad-Boy.
Alexandra shakes her head at Flint. "I don't even have the flashlight on my phone, until my new one comes in." She looks a little exasperated as Bad-Boy takes off, but that doesn't stop her from following him. To Aaron, she offers a very quick recap of the parts he was too far away to hear. "Don't bite them, and it doesn't heal fast when they bite you."
The rat makes a run for the decrepit looking building that Bad-Boy pointed out earlier. With sagging walls, boarded up windows, and a hole chewed right through the brick work in one spot. A child might be able to crawl through the hole, or a wolf, but it would be a really tight squeeze. This is the hole that the rat disappears though, leaving a layer of pussy ooze along one side of the opening. Inside, to Bad-Boy's sensitive ears and nose, there are a number of the over sized rodents. At least a dozen. There is the rampant stink of the sewers as well.
Flint takes off after Bad-Boy and then skids to a halt when they reach the building, looking at the hole. "Ugh," he says, looking at it. There's another pause, and he reaches into his waistband at the back of his pants, pulling out the handgun and clicking the safety off, though it's held carefully, pointed both down and away from anyone else, or himself. "Wonder if they heal," he mutters.
Bad-Boy somehow manages to squeeze himself through the hole in the wall, despite his bulky size, probably helping widen it some for the other Garou. A small whimper comes from inside once he realizes how outnumbered he is. Since he's safely away from view from any passer-bys he takes a quick moment to shift into the war-form and to growl out a warning, ~There are lots!~
"You," Aaron says directly to Alexandra, "Take this." He hands her the spray paint and lighter. He then shifts into lupus and follows after the others.
While Flint's question might be rhetorical, it's still one Alexandra can answer. "No. The one Alice shot just died, though it took a couple of bullets to do the job. And if you shoot and wound one, they're aggressive enough that they're likely to turn on each other." A glance at the opening the rat disappeared through guarantees that she's not even going to try to fit through it, especially after Aaron hands her the makeshift flamethrower, instead circling the building and looking for an entrance that's not easily seen from the street, though she makes considerable haste since Bad-Boy's in there alone.
The inside of the building is much like the outside. Everything seems to sag, including in the roof, and it is only a matter of time before the whole building collapses under its own considerable weight. The only blessing is that the terrible roof is letting in some sun here and there, making it possible to see in the partial darkness. In the north-east corner of the building, opposite from here the Garou are squeezing inside, there is a massive hole in the floor. Easily large enough to accommodate two crinos Garou and from it, the stench of the sewer oozes out. The rats scatter at the sight of Bad-Boy, disappearing in to a mass of collected garbage and solid waste, that has been stacked nearly to the the top of the 20-foot ceiling.
Flint shifts up and into glabro, following Lex, gun held ready. "Good, then at least, can. Shoot them," the Walker responds.
Bad-Boy crouches inside, waiting for the other Garou to join him, especially since the rats scattered as soon as he charged inside.
Alexandra is already shifting to glabro as she she approaches the boarded up doorway. Without knowing how bad the situation inside is, it's primarily an application of brute force to get in as quickly as possible, not particularly worried that she and Flint's entry is marked by the sound of shattering wood. Spying the huge mass of garbage once she gets inside, she mutters, "Shit." Then, louder, "That looks like a nest to me, and the last nest we scouted, there was a really big one inside when we disturbed it."
Aaron is right behind Bad-Boy when they enter the building. Once inside, he shifts up to Crinos immediately. I don't think you should have rushed inside, Lionheart communicates to Bad-Boy.
Flint grunts, and nods acknowledgement. ~It's the big one, we, need to be worried about,~ he says, to everyone. The gun is held ready now, and Flint chooses his footing carefully.
The mound in the corner is a really disgusting thing, as it is literally made out of anything that might be found in the sewers. Bits of soggy cardboard, human feces, plastic, bits of wood, metal… And yes, that looks like a human leg sticking out from one corner of the mound. Inside the nest like structure, there is a high pitched squeal and as if a battle-cry was just called, a dozen or more of the mutated rodents come poring out of the mass if garbage and human waste. Unsurprisingly, they go for the two targets that look the least intimidating, Alexandra and Flint.
Bad-Boy gives Aaron a small whine at the admonishment, but doesn't really get a chance to respond as they're beset by gigantic mutant puss-rats. The Lupus answer's the rat's battle-cry with one of his own, another one of those growling barks before leaping at the ones who have targeted Alex and Flint. Fortunately for the mutt, he did remember the warning and doesn't attempt to bite them.
Lionheart cannot growl or howl at the creatures but he can still look pretty intimidating. He digs his feet in and then rushes towards the swarm of rats with his claws out and ready.
Alexandra is relieved that the mound is so wet and soggy, given her current weapon, since that makes it far less likely she'll inadvertently burn the building down around them. When the rats come charging out of their nest, the ones that make it past Bad-Boy and Lionheart are met by an extended burst of flame as she flicks the lighter and sprays the paint through it.
The rats that get past Alexandra's fireball are in fact, fired upon, the crack of carefully aimed gunfire, and then again, and again. The Glass Walker is careful to shoot only the rats, and gets through five shots or so before clicking the safety and shoving the gun back away to swell up to crinos.
The rats, no matter how nasty they are, are no match for a Garou's claws. Bad-Boy catches one with his claws, ripping open its belly and sending it flying through the air. The mutated creature hits the far wall, then plummets to the ground. It is still alive, but not for long, not with its intestines looped around its hind legs. Lionheart is successful as well, neatly removing the lower jaw from his target and leaving it to twitch and die on the ground, as blood pours from its ruined throat. Alexandra's fire attack actually manages to dissuade the rats that have targeted her, as they squint and squeal, pawing at over-sized eyes that were blinded by the sudden light. Flint is not nearly so lucky, even as his shots do find their mark and at least two of the rats are wounded, he ends up swarmed as he shifts. Two rats attack his legs, one apiece, two latch on to his lower right arm, and the fifth one leaps up and bites down firmly on his groin.
Pack> Requiem says, ~Ow fuck not good pain!~
Bad-Boy may not be a master tactician, but he knows that nobody should be swarmed upon by creatures as filthy as these. With another growl-bark he leaps at the rats that's attacking Flint, grabbing at them to fling them away.
Lionheart continues to attack the rats with valor. Nothing is stopping him while his claws rip through the rats like butter. He notices Bad-Boy jumping to Flint's rescue and continues to cut a path around the entire party. He has no hesitation as he attacks the sewer rats with his claws, careful not to use his fangs.
Alexandra blurs into the warform, letting the paint and lighter fall to the floor to grab two of the rats that are attacking flint by their heads, squeezing hard enough that she's clearly intending to rip their throats out with her claws as she flings them at a group of their fellows, sending a mental warning of her intention to her packmate so the he can either position himself to her best advantage or at least not accidentally thrash out of her way.
Requiem roars in anger and pain, though there's still a darkness to the tone, a focus that the pain brings on the fight. He deals with the rat that's latched on in that most uncomfortable fashion himself, a blur of rage as he grips its jaws, detaches it, and then rips its throat out, tossing the body of the rat aside.
The mound behind the Garou actually starts to lift, then collapse, as a massive rat wriggles free from the filth and flees down the hole in the floor and in to the sewers. The thing was easily twelve feet long, without the tail. The smaller rats die one after another and while their teeth search out flesh, they find little but fur. Here, out of the sewers, the rodents are at a distinct disadvantage. The Garou have the room they need to avoid the worst of the attacks, even as the rats themselves are torn to bloody ribbons. Soon, the Garou are left in an empty building, filled with the corpses of the mutated rats, smelling of filth, and puss. Their clawed hands, coated in pus and blood, start to tingle and burn.
Bad-Boy snorts to get the awful stench out of his nose, now that the rats are taken care of. ~Bad rats,~ is all he manages to say.
Lionheart staggers back some when the mound suddenly shifts and reveals to be a massively sized sewer rat. That's unfortunate, he replies as it gets away. He looks around him at the rats covering the ground. He looks at the others while giving his tingling handpaws a shake. Let's take care of this and get out of here, he says.
Even as the Shadow Lord Ahroun is asking her packmate, ~You alright?~ she's also moving away from him, so that shake at least some of the ichor from her claws and coat free without it getting all over anyone else. Dipping her head in agreement with her fellow Ahroun, though, Seeks-Raging-Water starts gathering the bodies and tossing them down into the sewer opening. Even if they're food for their fellows, it's better than some human finding them.
Requiem dips his head in a nod. ~Fine,~ he responds, the pain turning to the more familiar daze and focus as he helps with cleanup.