"You'll never catch him, that you won't." Only to be halted by a hand clamped on her ponytail. "I am Himura Battousai! Master of Kamiya Kasshin Ryu!" Shifting back to human, her hooded and veiled assailant sped into the night fog. Just a few, stray Kinfolk like her father and grandfather, determined to pass on who and what they had been to their last surviving child. But there hadn't been that much of a clan, those first years when the Issei came.Īnd after the relocations, there hadn't been much of anything. When one of the Sunset People decided a human was corrupt enough to die, prudent Kinfolk stayed out of the way.Īt least, clan-raised Kinfolk did. Though mortals had the right to intercede in the Beast Courts of her ancestors, hengeyokai traditions didn't hold here in the West. Which meant-īut - he stopped a Garou from killing me. He doesn't feel the fear!Īnd he was warm, warm he couldn't be a vampire. Well out of claw range, her rescuer stopped. No werewolf she'd ever met could have held his temper when a mere Kinfolk thumped him into submission. A protest she'd had to believe, even if her instincts summed the redhead up as dangerous, sword or no sword. The wide-eyed, long-haired, weird red gi-wearing kendo student she'd left blocks away in a wreckage of packing crates, blithely protesting his innocence of anything to do with the rash of murders over the past two months. Missed, left behind in a rush of displaced air, unexpected arms snatching her up under knees and shoulders. Wolf-laughter and the whistle of a blade. The blood running free didn't matter claws and blade were both after her now, and even if she was fast.Ī werewolf in full, hybrid Crinos form - in the grip of the Rage. Kaoru saw, and knew - and willed herself not to know. Deep, burning pain the strike of a werewolf could leave even undead flesh savaged and useless, much less her own too-human body. Pain, running red with blood from her claw-slashed right arm. She felt his ribs break under Wind's fury, hit pavement and skidded, ready to strike again. "This is it, imposter! Storm Winds Slash!" Her fetish might be a wooden sword instead of a silver Klaive, but this was one Garou who was going to hurt. I'll show you weak, you murdering bastard! Kaoru leapt past gibbering uniforms, calling on the flicker of power within her to rouse the Wind-spirit housed in her bokken. Fangs gleamed from a newly-formed muzzle, as officers' shrieks turned from pain to the pure, primal fear of humans caught in Delirium. "Weak!" the shifting creature sneered, fur sprouting as he dealt out bloody death. Bodies dropping in sprays of crimson, dark uniforms stained liquid ebony in the red-and-blue flashing of savaged police cars.Ĭops, Kaoru Kamiya thought, shutting out sirens, shutting out screams shutting out everything but the bloodstained blade in her enemy's clawed hands.
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