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Hisk runs. She saw it. She knows what she saw, and the omnicom and ring are so new to her it doesn't even cross her mind to warn others.

Werewolf. Here. On the ship. Running.

She has to kill it. It's what she does. She's a monster hunter, and this is a monster that needs hunting.

It leads her down to the city, just staying on the edge of her vision as it steals around corners. She pours on a burst of speed and finally comes tearing out into a courtyard.

The thing turns to face her here, a snarl rattling deep in its throat. Long bared fangs, slaver, wild yellow eyes. Clawed hands. It's the size of a tall man, but slouched as it stands with long limbs and a slightly short muzzle.

Hisk doesn't stand down, she coolly raises her spear into a fighting stance. Her heart's hammering in her ears as hindsight informs her that it would've been a good idea to find backup.

Too late. She gathers her courage.

"A'right y' mangy, skegging son of a slack-jawed hag! Get back here an' fight me like the man y' ain't!" she yells. The profanity and insults help brace her for the coming fight.

The werewolf barks and charges, and so the fight begins. There's much yelling and snarling.

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Sawyer had been walking through the city, on his way up to the mess hall to get something to eat, when he heard the shouting. Thinking it was just more crew members fighting amongst each other, he rolled his eyes and turned in the direction of the noises.

He had just rounded a corner when he spotted a red-haired chick he'd never met before fighting a werewolf.

"Awww...Jesus H. Christ," he cussed under his breath as he stepped out into the street, walking rather nonchalantly toward the pair. "Bella? What the hell are you doin'?"

Hisk tries to look at Sawyer to yell "Do you have a death wish?!" and fight a pissy werewolf at the same time, but it doesn't quite work.

The werewolf is, luckily, also distracted and she manages to clock it soundly in the neck with the poll of the spear, and it reels back reflexively to catch its breath. Mostly, she's just managed to piss it off even more.

Sawyer is, unfortunately, a convenient nearby target. It lunges.

"Move, madman!" Hisk yells.

"What the...," Sawyer managed to get out before he was tackled to the ground by the giant wolf. It wasn't until then that it crossed his mind 'this isn't Bella!'

He struggled with the beast, trying to defend himself--using his arms to block the thing's attempts to claw at his face--but soon found himself yelling out in pain as the monster bit down into his forearm.

"Gettoff!"

Hisk slams into the werewolf. It outweighs her, but she has some speed on her and is also ramming a spear into its side. It releases Sawyer with a yelp as it's forced off, Hisk bowls the monster over.

She lands on top of it and the wolf whips around, sinking teeth into her right arm. She yells something that might be trying to be a curse, focusing just on bringing the spear to bear up under the things ribs while it's latched on and trying to claw at her.

Hisk is just spitting a stream of obscenity in three different languages, two of which she knows, and pushing the point. The werewolf loses its grip and scrambles, trying to stop her, but it's too late for it. Hisk doesn't know where the spear is going. Lungs? Heart? But it's doing its job.

The monster gurgles and whines, and falls limp.

She can feel blood running from her bitten arm and several slashes. She drags herself to her feet and looks over at Sawyer.

"Oh hell not you too."

Her mind's running at a thousand miles an hour. Werewolf bite werewolf bite werewolf bite-

Sawyer is still on the ground, his hand gripping his wounded arm in an effort to stop the bleeding. "Who the $*&# was that?" he snapped, biting back the pain that was searing up from his arm. "A friend of yours?"

"That was a werewolf. What th' hells made y' think it was a good idea t' walk up like that?!" she snaps. Rational thought is making its way back but isn't fully there yet. Her eyes dart across the courtyard where is her-

Pack. Over there. Fell off. She heads for it, just a touch unsteady. Oh ow ow ow ow ow... The podsuit is already clamping down trying to apply pressure to help stop the bleeding. Not that it's helping much.

"Oh, I dunno," Sawyer snapped back at her. "Maybe the fact that we've only got like a dozen of 'em running around here already and Old Mother Hubbard likes to spank us if we try to kill 'em."

He pulls his hand off the wound long enough to get a look at it.

"Mother#*#*er!"

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