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Message: <blockquote data-quote="blackshirt5" data-source="post: 1212149" data-attributes="member: 7871">Both twins recovered and with eerie silence, stopped laughing as the transformed; the Ray-Bans perched precariously atop their malformed, batlike snouts, their white suits tearing apart as the trenchcoats strained at the seams to contain their large fur-covered bodies; the white of the coats stood in hideous contrast to their greenish, mangy fur.   Both came at him again from either side, and as he batted aside the switchblades and the added threat of their claws, Colin began backing towards the door marked "Private" that Standing Stone was trying to open("Damn technology!" thought Standing Stone.  "Why did humans have to invent locks?").  He turned towards the larger of the two Dancers he was fighting, and heard a loud bang behind him, and stumbled in his charge.  He felt the trickle of blood down his back even as he took the head off the Dancer who shot him with his backswing before he fell.   "COLIN!!!" The Scream came from Ryan, who dropped his gun and charged across the dance floor, shifting forms to become a 9 foot tall red-furred killing machine before Shadow of the Stormcrow jumped on his back and flipped him to the ground.  "That's me brother, lad! What're ye playin' at?"  "My reason is obvious.  Look behind you."   Ryan tilted his head back to see RGP concentrating hard, eyes closed.  In a decidedly non-fluid motion, RadGunPup assumed Crinos form; he sprang to eight and a half feet tall, with dyed blue fur; a targeting sight materialized over his left eye, and a pair of chain guns unlike anything developed by man appeared at each of RGP's forearms.  Howling a battle cry of "For Gaia!" RGP opened fire in the direction of the remaining twin, who was standing over Colin, prepared to rip his throat out.  The poor bastard never had a chance as the high rate of fire practically disintegrated tables, chairs, poles, and any clubgoers that got in the way of the stream of bullets intended for the Wyrmfollower.  It blasted him back away from Colin and put him through the DJ booth, where he lay as he changed back to Homid form.As the whirring of guns died down, Ryan ran to Colin, heedless of the dead bodies scattered through most of the club.  He was surprised to see him already getting up, a bullethole already closing on the armor he wore, blood leaking out from under the breastplate.  "Are ye alright, little brother?"Colin gave Ryan a look to match the one he got a few minutes earlier. "Don't call me that in public, please, and yes I'm fine.  Tis but a scratch."The pair probably would have argued among the bodies until the Apocalypse came, but the wolfman that came flying out of the "Private" door drew their attention.  Standing Stone in Crinos form was flung onto the dance floor with such terrifying force that even Colin, the most optimistic of the pack, was sure that were he not dead before impact, then he surely was afterwards, such was the force with which he hit.  Out of the door came Sha'draak, recognizable in Crinos form only by the crewcut atop his wolfen head and the remnants of a mesh shirt, blood on his muzzle, charging after Standing Stone.  As the pack closed in on the Dancer, Colin's ears perked up at the sound of sobs and the word "No" repeated over and over from inside the room.  Greta was still alive, at least for now.As Shadow, RadGunPup, and Ryan all moved to defend Standing Stone or tear into Sha'draak, Colin sprang into action.  Fueled by his Rage, he ran past Sha'draak, pinking his flank with the edge of his broadsword, hearing the familiar sizzle of shifter flesh scorching against the silver of his blade.  He ran into the room, which was sparse and lit only by a red lightbulb in a socket in the ceiling, and found Greta curled up in a corner, stripped of most of her clothing; her boots were still on, but her fishnets were ripped, her skirt was in tatters on the far side of the room, and Colin saw a bit of red leather near her skirt that might once have been part of the corset.  The other woman was stripped to the waist and tormenting the younger girl until she felt a blade at her throat.  "Get out," Colin growled, "and leave her in peace.  The next time we meet I won't let my chivalrous ideals get in the way of my duty to Gaia."  Whimpering, the woman ran out into the main room.  Colin sheathed his sword and knelt down next to Greta.  "It's ok now; they're gone and you're safe."  The girl began sobbing even harder, shying away from Colin when he moved to help her up.  He shifted back to human form and willed his armor to take the form of a trenchcoat, which he removed and wrapped around Greta's almost nude form before he lifted her into his arms and walked back into the dance hall, where the sounds of fighting had died down.Standing Stone was getting back to his feet as Colin, bearing Greta, walked into the main room; RadGunPup and Shadow were standing over the remains of what might have once been Sha'draak, while Ryan went around the room and began piling what he could onto the twins and starting fires to burn their bodies.  "The woman escaped, Colin; sure'n it wasn't yer doing?""I was more concerned for Greta than for her.""Dammit lad, ye need to be stoppin' this chivalry garbage!  If a woman is of th'Wyrm, ye kill her, make no mistakes!"Standing Stone motioned for the mirror, the only unbroken mirror left in the hall, which was floor to ceiling.  "Good idea," said Shadow, patting him on the shoulder, drawing a wince. "Sorry, but good idea.  Let's get back to the sept."  The five Garou slipped into the Umbra through the mirror, Colin entering last, still bearing a crying Greta in his arms gently, leaving the painful scene of carnage behind them.</blockquote>

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