Exton

Ike looks up to the open rafters above the room. She grabs her sword in her teeth and spreads her wings. In one jump, she has gained the steel beams, Tori landing at her side. She blows a kiss to Monty, praying he stays safe in what looks to be a bloody battle.

She watches as a wolf saunters up the back hallway. That means the Cat who was on the door is down. It sniffs the edge of the stairs and heads down. Two more enter, muzzles bloody. Poor kid... Tori catches her thought and nods. In a flash Tori is gone, diving to the main door to aid the ones there, slamming it shut.

Ike watches as another halfling slips through the bar's back hallway. It ignores the battles between shifters and looks for a target. A gun roars and it staggers, but keeps its feet. It charges toward Traeger, only to stumble. A clawed hand digs at its side and it falls, screaming. Ike looks toward the bar. A young woman is crouched on the bartop, aiming the .45 toward the creature. A halfling tiger guards her back, as two more shifters fight to keep wolves from taking her down.

Bro, one went downstairs. Wolf, not halfling.

Ob sprints for the stairs, only to find his way stopped by another halfling. This one is more canny and carries a blade of his own. Soon Ob pushed back towards the center of the room. He jumps a corpse and the creature stumbles over it, quickly catching itself and turning Ob's blade.

Two more enter the bar, one from the bathroom, the other from the kitchen. Monty is in the middle of the fray, half hidden from Ike's sight. The front door suddenly slams inward and a large halfling bulls its way into the room, bowling over the defenders and heading straight towards Monty and his shifters.

With a snarling scream, Ike launches herself from the beams and lands on the halfling's back. Her sword bites deep and the creature jerks, but doesn't stop. One clawed hand reaches back and grabs a wing. She screams as it yanks, nails tearing through feathers and muscle. Fighting to stay conscious, Ike digs her own talons in its shoulder. Things begin to go hazy, and Ike digs in, gripping tighter, seeking something vital.