A very busy night. Just before dusk we arrive at the tribe's next camp. A nice cave set upon a rocky embankment, finally something with some potential for defense. We call back to the warehouse for some options, Bob comes up with the idea of claymores wrapped in silverware, crude but should prove effective. We spend the next few hours setting up our defenses. As midnight approaches we being to wonder if the pure somehow lost our trail, that question was soon answered as we heard the howl of the pure approaching our doorstep.
After several minutes the howling just kept going and they wouldn't engage us, we were losing hope, assuming they were well aware of our mines and weren't going to engage us on our terms. It became apparent they were practicing some spirit magic, most likely a summoning of some kind but no one in the cave knew for sure. A couple started to get brave and Danno and I ventured down the path to lure some out. They were being commanded by what appeared to be a shaman who through some lightning bolts at us and made it quite foggy. Kat concluded that the shaman was most likely summoning a spirit wolf and we soon found out as the shit hit the fan. Danno tried his best to lure the pure into the claymore kill zones without getting himself eaten. Eventually it worked and I ordered Ohm to fire the claymores, the original plan being to only fire one side but Ohm wasn't quite himself this battle and fired them all. Six claymores for three pure was a bit overkill, the silver wasn't really needed as the thousands of bearings flying out in such a small area was enough to shred the pure. Luckily I was standing near by and now deaf and covered in many fine pieces of wolf. That enraged the rest of the pure and the shaman and his cronies pressed on. I called for a retreat to the cave so we could drag them into the next kill zone. The few remaining tribe were either deaf from the explosion or they may have been in the same unit as Red in a past life and don't like teamwork because they decided to not stay in the cave and ran out to engage, screwing up our kill zone.
The fight felt like it had gone on for days with neither side make any headway, just wittling down the numbers. The pure fought with tooth and nail and their shaman throwing lightning bolts around. Kat was as usual quite deadly with her throwing knifes and I was dealing some decent blows with my dagger. Bob in the cave with the sniper rifle firing silver bullets and Danno trying to bring the hurt without getting into a hugging match with the pure who were still in garou form. Something told me I should prepare for egress and I let go the prepared portal I was holding onto. This was a prudent decision as soon after the tide of the battle changed. The shaman let forth a wave of fear, the few remaining tribe barreled out of the cave and down into the forest. Much to our dismay, the usually stalwart Danno started running around like his hair was on fire, luckily he regained some semblance of control and used the portal to get away from the feeling of dread upon him. Ohm and the Padre soon followed. At that point it was not looking good, we lost alot of firepower and we were already hurt and drained. Still we continued to fight and Danno kept trying to re-engage but every time he came back through that portal he just couldn't overcome the fear and right back in, the universe's twisted idea of a vampire yo-yo.
The pure literally had our backs against the wall, one had enough of Bob shooting silver and charged into him. Bob was no match for that garou form and the pure sunk his teeth deep into his neck, it didn't look good for Bob. Kat all of sudden stopped fighting and just stood there staring at the shaman, waiting for something. She timed it right as the shaman let a lightning bolt go at her and she deftly dodged it and it smacked the pure behind her killing it instantly. Our fortitude held out and the pure's did not as they started dropping their garou forms, unable to hold on to them. With the wounds we already administered the now weak pure were quickly dispatched and with one last burst of every bit of power I had left, my dagger plunged deep in to the shamans chest, and this fight was finally over.
I quickly tended to the wounded, able to stabilize a few of the tribesman, but with a strange sense of sadness, I looked at the very still body of Bob. Bob did not survive. He fought bravely and he was good to have in a fight. Bob will be missed.
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This was a tough night. I was completely drained of energy. I had actually feared for my life, I thought we were done for. I put up my portal because I was ready to jump through it but I knew Kat would not come with me. She would fight the pure to the death. There was a point I was going to teleport her out against her will, but we all know that wouldn't have ended well for me. That moment of weakness soon passed though as Kat and I fought back to back against insurmountable odds. If this was the end, then we were going down fighting together and this strengthed me. For the first time in my life I felt like a warrior.
All though we were victorious, I can't really admit to wanting to do that again.
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