Au Contrair, Kartrusia

[Codeh]

The deed of the child though heinous in nature, would most likely fail to reach all but Cathmor. Cathmor who had dared to venture from the camp, and dared to casually follow her. His hearing, supernatural by design, would probably pick up on the screams and shrills, unlike the rest of the world.. unlike Senko. The shinobi and everyone else outside of the small village would remain oblivious to Rusia's crimes, crimes that would one day bring the attention of hunters, slayers, and even possible assassins to her.

Senko remained in camp, by the fire, sound asleep. Maybe it was foolish that he had done so, but he had counted on Cathmor's sense of nobility to keep him safe. He probably would have been correct in assuming that he could do this if the demon child hadn't wondered off. But then again, with her ravaging a village maybe Senko was ultimately safer.

The man's mind wandered, floated about from one dream to another. before something pinged.

Senko-kun.

Huh?

Senko wake up, come on, we've gotta go.

Who?

Senko, really? We don't have time for this.

Wait, Koori?

Hues opened as silver irides melted away into pools of violet. His gaze lazily drifted from side to side before a shudder ran up and down his spine. It had been along time, along time since he had a dream about her. It had been even longer since he had seen her. Actions from the past, buried in death and rebirth, worked their way up, not only as memories but also by a strong pull. A connection which had been made, for ever binding two lives together. Senko's right hand rose as he grasped his chest, his heart raced. Suppressed memories rushed through his mind for several minutes before finally subsiding. She was alive and well, somewhere. He felt compelled to find her, it had been far too long. "What to do Senko? Do I go and find her. Do I leave to find her now?"

The shinobi found himself torn between what was a higher priority. Dare he venture to find an old friend, if he did would he bring these two with him. Or should he abandon them, leave them to deal with whatever, possibly maim each other, or even give him up? Or did he stick with them until they reached the next town and then leave as to their agreement. The option of just killing them briefly rolled through his mind, but the idea of fighting a super werewolf that could survive a beheading, while fighting a necromancer at the same time didn't sound appealing. Anyway the odds of him walking out of the fight unscathed or even alive were slim. "So what Senko, what do we do?"

[Raving Frenzy]

Senko was under the benefit of the majority of the half-wolf pack staying behind, and the doubtless presence of Strider in the woodlands where any would-be night assailants would have to pass. Unless, these night stalkers were like Senko, they wouldn't even beable to sense how the Garou masked and lay in the murk of nightly darkness harnessing Celestial Lunar energy to remain as far from this world as the world they were tied to would allow. Also, the unspecified but uncontestable 'domain' of this, supposedly ravenous Werewolf pack did justify one thing; If the C.H.U.R.C.H. sent any hunters or mercenaries, they'd regret taking the forest. Even if the werewolves did not attack directly, by the next day the smell of "Every living thing that could be caught, gutted, strung up by said guts, and peppered with excrement to cook in the sun and have concoctions of vomit/toxin[Rot, Decay, and Diseased whatnot]/Wolf urea basting the landscape for a tenday henceforth," saturating the area.

Well, let's just say if that happened, which it might anyway [Evil shapeshifters with free time make what Rusia was doing seem like, what it was.. child's play.], Senko would rapidly understay why Cathmor hates them even superficially and begin to grasp how cultural warfare against such a branch of your own 'family' can cause such a black-and-white contrast of righteousness and wickedness. Not to negate, the unspoken and unsensed dysfunctions in the friendly neighborhood Garou in alliance.

Cathmor now had to begin to consider, and worry, about if he was going to have to employ tactics he was not confident in. So, the girl was rapidly growing insanely power driven and eve nat this proximity, it nauseated him. The urge to kill flowing with the blood shed out of pure sadism. It gnawed at his own urges to, basically gnaw on things. Why was this contriving? Well, if she was already this powerful he had his doubts 'killing her' would stop her. Necromancers had that habit, of becoming stronger in death/Undeath. Secondly being, his moral objectivity again pondered how she could be sculpted. The maniac brat was young, her mindset obviously molded into this somehow and if one was adept enough could mold it further. He'd need Grace for any semblance of tact, unless the girl was afraid of the inferno. Grace, where the feck was that loon anyway? She'd likely be having nightmares the instant this unnatural decay tingled her Tree-senses.

The trees, that's right. His body loomed down, and he dug to expose some roots of a tree. Scrawling onto it, her 'personal symbol' he had memorized from.. well, by the Gods it had been a few years now and she was always throwing her 'houdoo' all over his home and land. Unlike, roughly 80% of his race, he didn't mind it. Even fewer of them were like him and enjoyed it, finding a human using natural magic comforting. Nevermind that it was all the pack he had anymore. Pushing a rock over the hole he would pad it down, make it look natural, and sigh. Rusia was on the loose, and he figured as much as ever he'd have to reign her in himself. Senko was out for one thing, it seemed personal security in his job 'placement' which he could only assume meant being a serpent about things. Though thus far a noble sort of snake. King Cobra was pushing it, the boy wasn't big enough for that dice. Maybe a Fer DeLance.. yeah, oh wait there was an action to take hold of.

Rubbing the scarred half of his head Cathmor emerged from the woods, his ears honing in on prey to embellish his hunger in for a good mile wide. The action of hers was not something he simply heard, or saw, or smelt. It was outright psychic-harm on his spirit, not so much with the maiming of old people but the rending of souls and blight her power naturally would imprint on the land here. He snarled a bit, nothing overly aggressive but the kind of snarl you'd expect from offending a wolf. His one eye gave her a very stern, dissapointing look as if his simple logic didn't need to explain how freaking stupid that move was. He himself had perhaps three hours of sleep, Senko was now stirring from the same amount of rest if not a little more, and she was making very obvious calling cards. How she'd behave from that moment on would pretty much determine Cathmor's mood for the rest of the night and early day, as well as if he'd snap off. Shinobi or Necro aside, nobody took a monster swinging a full tree like a zweihander very well, whether it was out of self preservation or the fact more trees would soon be falling and Gods only know what else. His Wtf look remained.

[animosity!]

Crawling above the trees, far off in the horizon, a bright orange and yellow illumination was taking hold of the side of the world Rusia occupied. It was blinding, magnificent. It was all the girl could do to sit where she was with squinted eyes and stare at the beauty of the rising sun. Senses were still heightened. The light, the overcasting shadows of large timber coming forth with the same speed as the sun and darkening the destroyed village, even the barely visible spring blooms from shrubs blowing along with the mild breeze seemed to capture Rusia's heart and soul. A strange calm had come over the ruins of once was the living's dwellings. Strange, and perfect, as if the world has suddenly become in sync with the child's emotions. Now satisfied, oddly at peace, still.. disturbing. And in the middle of the tranquility, Cathmor. The infamous baby sitter of sweet Rusia, his form coming forth like the shadows of the trees. He was disappointed. She felt it. What an uncanny knack he had for ruining her bliss, how stupid!

She stood, apathetic of his discovery of her and offered him the sweetest of smiles, one begging for acknowledgment of her feat. Did she expect him to be proud? Of course. Why shouldn't he share the same feeling of complete victory as she? It was after all, of his doing. Had he not left her alone to wander, she would have never been able to accomplish her massacre. A thanks was much owed to the beast. She walked slowly towards him, still squinting as the blinding sun rose higher and higher into the morning sky. Nothing could stifle the pleasure she gained from the terror she wreaked in the night, nothing could suppress the power surging through her body now..

----*-----*----

"Hammond. We have the rogue in sight. Confirmation to initiate combat, sir."

" Initiate."


A deep pain shot through the man's heart as he muttered the confirmation. Hammond never imagined he'd find himself in this position. So soon. Why had his daughter not fled faster? Why had she not taken everything she had learned.. everything they had worked for and turned herself into him and do what she was destined, without persecution from the C.H.U.R.C.H.? She was her mother, through and through, and now. Now she had to die just as her mother did before it got any further out of hand.

----*-----*----

Quick shuffles and movements were heard from behind the girl seconds before a great blinding white light surged through the earth behind her, hitting and passing Rusia with such force that it nearly knocked her off her feet. Instantly after, the whistle of an arrow, one not normal, but illuminating with the same light was coming towards the child with exceeding speed. As she turned to the origin of the commotion, awe struck, wide eyed and terrified, the arrow hit its mark. Right at Rusia's shoulder. The girl screamed. Terror-stricken, agonizing bellows echoed through the morning, much like they did the previous night. Only this time, the pain was Rusia's.

Her eyes squeezed shut, body shaking.

"Father.. hrm." Her screams then turned to shouts of anger, of revenge. Of a monster being unleashed and agitated by its once more imprisonment. Red aura poured out and around her, mixed with the black of freshly devoured souls and true tainted spirit. She would not leave. Not give up, without a fight to the death. And fight.. the two official hunters would have to, for the organization did not gain knowledge of Rusia's quickly growing powers. Perhaps. It was time for them to find out.

Rusia's arms raised, and grasped the arrow with two delicate hands. A swift tug was exerted and the arrow was wrenched from her arm. As quick as it made a thud against the ground, leaving a pool of blood with it to drown in, Rusia's hands were above her head again. To announce her surrender? No. Black and crimson ambiance shot straight above her with incredible force and pillared into the sky as far as the eye could see. A lasting cry of anger escaped the girl's lips and with it, the motion of her arms swinging forward and pushing the deadly aura at the hunters at full force. Perhaps they would dodge it. Rusia had no information on how strong the organizations hunters had become. All she knew, was she was a criminal. The bad guy now, and she would take full advantage of that, with pleasure.

A blast ensued. An explosion of white, red, and black light. And quiet.

" Come come now boys! It's time to play!"

The battle had begun.

[Codeh]

The sounds of howls, snarls, and yelps brought Senko from his slumber. Eyes casually moved about as he stood up. It seemed that the remaining wolf pack of Cathmor's had engaged something, something that was putting up one hell of a fight. Arms withdrew into the coat as he undid the buttons the held the front together. His left hand then snaking up as he pulled the yellow kitsune mask down over his face. He leaned forward and prepared to advance toward the chaos when suddenly the noise stopped. Standing there for but a moment three individuals stepped from the cover of the trees. Casually Senko took several steps to the left circling the individuals, two of them had crossbows, the other a bow, one appeared to be female, another male, and yet another he couldn't really tell.

The shinobi extended his right hand out, and in doing so the shadows around him began to accumulate. Waves of darkness slithered through the air gathering at his palm. From the intangible realm of shadows Senko living scythe began to form, becoming a tangible weapon of destruction. In protest the woman with the bow, without placing an arrow on it, drew the string back. Waves of light danced through the sky forming a shaft, head, and feathers before her slender digits released the string. Immediately an arrow of light shot through the air, the projectile slamming into the forming scythe. A brilliant eruption of energy engulfed the shinobi, and smothered the shadows that had been collecting around him.

As the brilliance subsided Senko found his hand emptied, the scythe unable to phase into existence. "That's not good." His head canted slightly to the left as he pondered his next course of action. The two individuals with crossbows brought their weapons up, aimed in on him. His hand fell down to his side allowing the coat to drift back over the limb. His advance ended as he fully rotated to face his attacks, his head righting as he pondered his course of action. "Three on one, that sucks." His head slowly moved as he eyed his bag on the ground some yards behind him. "Lets see how fast I can even the odds."

Spoiler:

Sorry it took me so long, the new baby is time consuming so I haven't had much time.