I last night hammered that lesson home.
We had planned to retreat several miles southeast to the cliffs of some large lakes. To force a confrontation on our terms. To give us some sort of tactical advantage with the terrain.
Turns out, Krieger had his own plans.
As we neared the meeting place, my mirror in the sky (Which is still a cool trick) let me know just how many damn werewolves we were up against. To say we were out numbered would be like saying "Lexi is pretty." The duel started right then and there, we couldn't retreat. We were penned in on all sides.
Kenny nearly took that fucker, Kreieger's head off with one shot of her rifle. After that he nearly killed her, fortunatly, she transformed and took the fucker down. Hal, myself, and the rest of us were busy battling off the pack, which rushed us when the duel started.
The whole thing was over in seconds, once Kenny dropped Krieger, Lexi did something with her sax that made every werewolf either break and run or drop to the ground. I think she somehow made her sax sound like a dog whistle. Which is both really brilliant and kinda hilarious. Hey, it worked.
So, Kenny finished off Kreiger, making him a sacrifice to the land, then this wood nymph showed up out of this big sacred tree. She hauled Kenny into herself in some sort of binding ritual that scared the shit out of the lot of us, but Kenny was released okay.
There's just one big problem, now.
Kreiger's dead, and we still haven't gotten the information about MIST's mole.
Fuck.
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