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Message: <blockquote data-quote="blackshirt5" data-source="post: 1212079" data-attributes="member: 7871">The biggest was over 7 feet tall, well-muscled and dressed to ascentuate the fact in a mesh shirt and black leather pants.  His close cropped blond hair suggested a company wolf.His two laughing male lackeys were dressed identically in white suits with white leather trenchcoats, with bleach blond dreadlocks and black Ray-Bans. "Ugh," Colin thought to himself, "the twins.  Matrix-chique at it's worst.  Damn you, Wachowskis!"The second girl caught his attention for a second.  Dressed in a skintight orange latex minidress that clashed with her bright blue hair and left little to the imagination, this one was obviously in on the "joke" of the three laughing man-wolves and was constantly and deliberately rubbing up against Greta.  Shaking his head, prepared for a fight, Colin walked towards the four Spiral Dancers.As Colin approached the group, Shadow of the Stormcrow took note of others, seemingly innoucuous throughout the club; that couple making out by the wall who were concealing Uzis; the man fingering a Desert Eagle under the table Colin just passed; several others about the dance floor; thank Thunder he was attentive, at least.Colin walked up to Greta and her 'suitors'.  "Greta, I think it's time for you to go home."Greta looked at him blankly, giggling giddily(drunk or drugged?, Colin thought, unsure).  "Bud I don'wanna leave yet."  She moved close to him, smelling his collar and holding the edges of his flannel shirt.  "You smell nice; maybe you can join the party." (No alcohol on her breath; definitely drugged.)The tall man stepped forward and put his hand on Greta's shoulder.  "He's not welcome with us.""Oh, but he's sooooooo cute!"Sounding far off and distant, a howl rang out that was so overwhelmed by what sounded like the Lodoss Wars theme gone techno that neither the tall man nor Colin heard it.  Tall man pulled Greta protectively towards him.  "Greta, perhaps we should go somewhere more private; come, Lish'ta.""Yes, Master Sha'draak."  The woman in the orange minidress fell in behind Greta as the blond followed Sha'draak to the back of the dance hall, into a door leading to a private room.Out of Time.As Sha'draak's twin goons turned towards Colin, and RadGunPup, Standing Stone, and Lynn Beats-The-Odds came towards the source of the howling...The club exploded into violence.  As a silver switchblade appeared in the left hands of the twins, four kunai flew into the eyes of the couple at the wall, who had ceased playing at normality and were turning off the safeties on their Uzis, which quickly found their way into the hands of Shadow of the Stormcrow.  Clubgoers screamed; some ran for the fire doors, while some threw themselves to the ground.  Those who did neither were sprayed with bullets from a gun in each hand of Shadow; tables splintered and poles sparked as hot lead flew from every direction as RadGunPup and Ryan Beats-The-Odds caught on and pulled, respectively, a Glock 9mm and a Thompson Submachine Gun from under their coats and opened fire on the room; Standing Stone charged through the hail of gunfire, losing his jacket in the process and calling his spear, Lightning Raider, from the depths of the Umbra while he made for the door marked "Private".Colin stared at the white-clad twins as he dodged under and twisted around the two switchblades; as he turned he saw the carnage and bullets flying between his packmates and the fomori who were rapidly transforming and revealing their sick deformities and weapons, both natural and man-made, for use against the Garou.  "Screw it."  With a prayer to Luna(which sounded to the humans in attendance like a tremendous howl), Colin, The Free Knight of Gaia, gave way to his war form; as he transformed into an 8 foot tall Crinos wolfman covered in the same black cherry fur that topped his head in Homid, the Armor of Erigan transformed from his street clothes into it's true form, the gleaming, stylized golden breastplate and greaves of his fae ancestor, complete with ancient silver broadsword hanging at his side. "I am Colin, The Free Knight, son of Erigan.  Stand aside, Wyrmlings, or taste my blade!"Staring at the young Fianna, regal in his armor, the insane blood brothers flanked him from either side and lunged in with their switchblades.  Drawing his sword, Colin turned left and and batted away the man's switchblade as he kicked his brother in the chest behind him.</blockquote>

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