Exton

Ob breathes a heavy sigh and claps his hand on Traeger's shoulder. He watches Pandora slip down the stairs.

"She is going to make me pay for putting her on the outskirts of the battle, isn't she?" Traeger laughs and tells Ob he has a spitfire, just like her mother.

He nods, watching the stairs deep in thought. There is a loud crash in the kitchen and Ike stumbles backwards as a body flies through the doorway behind the bar. The body crashes into the bar and a wolf leaps over it into the center of the room.

In moments the creature is joined by another. The bathroom door opens and another emerges. A bitten follows, dragging the corpses of the men who went in to nail the window shut. He tosses the bodies out onto the floor.

The halfling grins, baring bloodied fangs, growling out his challenge. "Three down." He grins at Ob, "You're next, Gargoyle. Then your woman."

Ob smiles. "My woman... Mi Mujer would gut you and use you as a rug, asswipe. I think you are seeking another, but I will be MORE than happy to oblige you." He grins and moves forward, his movements almost a dance. Allah's Light flashes as Ob twirls the blade. It sings softly through the air. "I am Obsidian Heart, Minstrel of the Romanavich, Son of Arabi. I am Obsidian Heart, and I will be your executioner."

The halfling follows Ob's movements and darts in as Ob spins. Ob laughs as the blade is suddenly there, slashing across the arm closest to striking. The werewolf falls back, holding his wrist, watching warily. Ob begins to sing in a language long lost and the blade shines brighter.

The wolf judges his time and darts in again, only to meet the flashing blade. Again and again, Ob parries each attempt, leaving deep slashes along the creature's arms, chest, even its back as he let it slide past in one movement. One of the shifters raises the shotgun Mortuis has left in their care, aiming for the brute. Traeger lays a hand on the barrel, telling the gunman to wait. He watches as the werewolf scores one hit on Ob's side. A change overtakes Ob. The Bohemian Musician is lost to the cold efficiency of a Warrior.

His Opponent does not notice and snarls. "You first, Gargoyle. You are a dead man." It laughs and sidesteps a slash. "Then I am going to find that sweet little piece of ass you call your woman and fuck her until she screams. When I am done... I am going to feed her to the others."

The song changes, Ob's eyes fade from cool pale blue, to the ice blue of crystal. His smile is gone and he sings. There is a crackle along the blade and it picks up Ob's song, turning it into a scream. Ob screams in fury, echoing the blade and strikes.

The creature falls forward, its larger bulk taking Ob to his knees. The point of the scimitar beings to show as the creature turns back into its human seeming. Ob shoves it off the blade, watching as it fall backwards. He stands and wipes the blade on the man's corpse. "May Herne see you to Hell, asswipe."