Tainted Ground

[Draven Hunter]

Draven gave a swift nod as the order to attack was given. He lunged forward without hesitation, hitting one Werecat with his weight and tearing its throat out without a second thought. Now that blood had been spilled, there was no turning back. And he was going to be ruthless, man, woman, or child. As pandemonium ensued, he took out another Werecat, and a young Werewolf as well. The creature couldn't have been much older than ten and the look of fear in its eyes almost caused Draven to stop. But then its scent filled his nose and he killed it, looking around for his next victim.

[Valmar Diodorus]

The squad pushed foward, slaughtering whatever werecreature stood in their way. Valmar instantly clawed a woman in the throat, blood gushing everywhere. A jaguar attempted to jump the general, but he simply smacked the cat down, cracking it's neck.

A child in the attempt to escape the chaos, shifted to her cat form and sprinted as fast as she could. However, she didn't count on Brutus's accuracy with the crossbow, as the bolt striked her in the back of the skull.

Tratus took a bit more pleasure in killing his victims. He sliced the jugular of an elderly woman and, with his bear hands, mananged to decapitate a pup's head off.

[Draven Hunter]

Draven lifted himself up when the Weres had all but been killed. There were only a couple stragglers at this point and they were being dispatched by the other vampires. The scent of blood filled his nose and made him hold his breath. He couldn't give into a feeding frenzy at the moment, even if he wanted to. Stained with red, he turned to Valmar, his bronze eyes narrowed.
"Good enough?" he asked, this time not bothering to silence himself. "I think Yina has been ruined pretty well, don't you?"

[Valmar Diodorus]

The entire congegation was wiped out. In total, they killed 30 werecats and 4 werewolves. Not only was the general glad for killing this many furballs in their own holy land, but hopefully this provoke the two races into fighting each other. But there was one final step.

"I think it needs one final touch," added Valmar as he pulled out a bag of blackpowder. He glanced at the giant oak tree that the werefolk seemed to worship. He threw the bag at the tree and with a spark from some flint, the tree combusted into a tower of fire.

"We better leave, this place is going to be crawling with werefolk soon," mentioned the general before the squad dispersed into the forest, like a shadow when light is shown upon it.

(Fin?)

[Draven Hunter]

(End)