[Milliways: The net closes...]
Forty-three, forty-four.
It’s been a day and a night since the hunt started for real. In that time Mel hasn’t slept, hasn’t eaten, and has barely stopped moving. She followed the directions the lurk gave her, on the way Slaying everything remotely demon she found with hardly a pause.
Forty fivesixseven
She ran across most of the district, at a steady speed, looking for Harth’s headquarters. Every time her information proved deficient, she found herself another likely vampire -
…Forty-eight. Finally.
- and extracted more information in one of a variety of interesting ways she made up on the fly. It’s funny how lurks can sometimes scream like humans.
Forty-nine, fifty. Fifty-one
Eventually she found the disused building currently serving whatever purpose Harth was using it for. Gaining entry had been easy enough.
Fifty twothreefourfive. Fifty sixseven. Fifty eight
Now she was making her way through the rest of his goons, searching for him. Not far to go now, she knows. The net is finally tightening around her brother.
Fifty nine.
She’s beginning to get tired. Every muscle protests as she runs and fights and kills and runs. She doesn’t even notice. Her mind is sharp, focused, and her world view predatorily narrow. All there is, is the fight, the hunt, the kill.
Sixty. Sixty-one.
She didn’t even know Harth had this many minions.
Sixty two
There it is. The main hall. Surrounded by evidence of some sort of magical ritual, and surrounded by six of the toughest looking lurks she’s seen recently. Old guys. Trained well. Inner circle. Rocketship. Let’s see how they dust….
They attack her nearly all at once as she flies forward into the centre of the room….
It’s been a day and a night since the hunt started for real. In that time Mel hasn’t slept, hasn’t eaten, and has barely stopped moving. She followed the directions the lurk gave her, on the way Slaying everything remotely demon she found with hardly a pause.
Forty fivesixseven
She ran across most of the district, at a steady speed, looking for Harth’s headquarters. Every time her information proved deficient, she found herself another likely vampire -
…Forty-eight. Finally.
- and extracted more information in one of a variety of interesting ways she made up on the fly. It’s funny how lurks can sometimes scream like humans.
Forty-nine, fifty. Fifty-one
Eventually she found the disused building currently serving whatever purpose Harth was using it for. Gaining entry had been easy enough.
Fifty twothreefourfive. Fifty sixseven. Fifty eight
Now she was making her way through the rest of his goons, searching for him. Not far to go now, she knows. The net is finally tightening around her brother.
Fifty nine.
She’s beginning to get tired. Every muscle protests as she runs and fights and kills and runs. She doesn’t even notice. Her mind is sharp, focused, and her world view predatorily narrow. All there is, is the fight, the hunt, the kill.
Sixty. Sixty-one.
She didn’t even know Harth had this many minions.
Sixty two
There it is. The main hall. Surrounded by evidence of some sort of magical ritual, and surrounded by six of the toughest looking lurks she’s seen recently. Old guys. Trained well. Inner circle. Rocketship. Let’s see how they dust….
They attack her nearly all at once as she flies forward into the centre of the room….