Re: Later That Evening...
The cultist with a sword goes down quickly from the werewolf's claws, but he flails outward with the sword as he falls, its silver blade shining in the urine-colored light of the streetlamps.
The cultist striking at Michelle is cuffed and falls back to the ground, but more start closing in... until the shadows peel them back and fling them to the ground.
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