Exton

I don't think Raina believed that the dead could travel quite this fast, but I'm keeping up with her and Panther easily. I grin at her expression, and just then, just ahead, I see something that makes my grin broader.

Resistance.

Some six or seven weres are coming at us, snarling. Johnny pops into my hand and I gut the first with a low, flat slice across the stomach. The second takes a upward cut from shoulder to throat, damn near decapitating it. Raina has her blades out now, spinning like a dervish, blood gouting with every cut. Some sprays across my face and I grin. How refreshing! Then I don't have time to watch anymore, because reinforcements are coming.

"Back to back!," I shout, and Raina nods grimly. A shifter loses an arm to her next cut and then she's tight against my back. "If there's a traditional Viking battle cry, I'd think this is the time to break it out!," I shout, exulting. "Wooooo-hoooooo!"

Claws and fangs and blades and blood… it all blurs together, but when it ends it's just me and Raina standing….