Sydney Headquarters

[Peregrine Daniels]

Peregrine let go of the match disgusted, the sounds of fighting erupted around him as his men and woman were getting massacred by the Werewolves

"No!"

He managed to belt out as he spun his axe into the air and let the blunt of it take most of the impact from the huge Werewolf, he fell to the ground, he felt the hot sting of claws slashing across his face, he managed to sliver out from her grasp, he slammed through the computer lab now covered in gasoline, it was just Perry at the dark female Werewolf now, His Axe raised blood pouring down his face almost blinding him. He slashed out with the powerful silver weapon. Waiting for his chance to strike.

As soon as Cia attacked the leader Rory attacked, he grabbed onto two humans and brought there skulls together with a sickening crack, he lapped up the blood that was now covering his face, he lunged forward tearing into a woman's neck, snapping it open with his powerful jaws. Rory's attention was drawn away however, Peregrine had escaped into one of the computer laps and Cia had followed, He looked at Nachni

"Take the rest of the humans, I'll help Cia"

He said savagely as he poked his head around the computer Lab.

Perry reached into his pocket and pulled a small silver lighter, he flicked it open and flung in onto the ground, with a roar of powerful heat, the room began to close around him with flames, he took another Chance and lunged forward with the axe in powerful arcs again and again, the heat was getting uncomfortable, he was in a protected wall of flames but it wouldn't be too long before even that caught fire and he burnt to death, His arm began to burn brutally and he pulled away, he thought of Vanessa of the Enemy, she would have to take over the Sydney branch as well as deal with the New York, a single tear fell from his scorched and blackened face.

Rory stepped back alarmed as the fire began to surround Peregrine and Ciarnait, Cia could die or at least get horribly burnt and why exactly? For Isabella, the Vampire who had them all in her thrall, Rory squinted against the flames, computers began to explode

"No…"

He muttered to himself, not only would he save Cia and stopped her risking her life for some whore of a Vampire, but he would let Peregrine live and maybe one day they would be free from the vampires slavery if he staked her like she deserved. With powerful muscles bunched up Rory locked his jaw closed and began to run towards Cia with all his might, He grabbed hold of her as he sailed through the flames, with a painful crash he landed on the cold grass outside, if everything went according to plan he had managed to smash himself and Cia through the wall, he could smell burnt fur.

"Sorry about that love, I had to put you out"

He said withy a painful grin.

Perry saw his chance, with a lunge of his throbbing body he ran through the broken wall and began to limp to safety, he put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small mobile phone, he flipped it open

"Move in, we need to get out of here pronto…"

He whispered.

((Hope this is ok Mori? Tell me what you think? i might have taken to many liberties...))

[Nachni]

*Nachni couldn’t argue with that plan. Cia and Rory would face flames and death while she ate. Sure, she had to kill them first, though there were so few left and their terror so great by then that it took but a moment and a swipe of her claws. The last one she pinned, nuzzling his stubble-covered cheek almost affectionately as she thrashed and grunted beneath her paws. Her claws sunk into his shoulders, causing his next yell to rise above the commotion in the hall beyond. The scent of smoke and scorched fur was ruining the moment and with great regret, the hungry werewolf closed her jaw around his exposed throat. He bucked and gargled as his windpipe was crushed and blood flooded his throat and lungs. She licked it away as it trickled from his lips down his chin, then turned to follow the others.

Flames leapt and danced in the corridor and she could make out the crumpled forms of Ciarnait and Rory through silhouetted in the flickering light. Keen eyes automatically scanned the area for the remaining human and she could make him out in the distance, limping as fast as his damaged body would take him. With a triumphant howl she backtracked through the computer lab, smacking the red fire alarm on the wall to set off the warehouse’s sprinkler system, and crashed through the glass of one of the room’s large windows. Perry stumbled just ahead (I think) and she wasted no time in lunging at his back as he spoke into his phone. Injured and sweaty, she could almost taste his blood. Little more than a growl, she spoke.* Leaving already?

[Ciarnait]

*Saliva flew wildly around her head as Ciarnait snarled and moved in closer to the human leader of the Enemy. She knew who he was; Isabella had shown her some surveillance photos taken of the human a few months ago. His hair was longer, and he was slightly scruffier than in the photo, but there was no mistaking the pathetic human qualities that he seemed to be so proud of. One of these human traits was obviously the inability to fight without weapons, and Ciarnait rolled her eyes in disgust as he brought up a heavy silver axe to block her attack. Rory moved in beside her, attacking the nearest male to Perry, and Nachni was making quick work of the men at the back of the lab, leaving Ciarnait with more than enough time and opportunity to focus her own attack on Perry.

Although the axe took most of the brunt of her attack, she did have the satisfaction of raking her long sharp claws down one side of his face, her eyes glowing a deeper amber at the sight of the fresh, red blood. As he fell to the floor before her, Ciarnait howled in satisfaction as she prepared to jump down onto him, dissuaded only slightly by that stupid silver axe that he still waved in her direction before he crawled to his feet and smashed into the computer lab.

The stench of gasoline hung heavily in the air as Ciarnait strode into the computer lab, her keen eyes soon drifting down to the large puddles of gasoline that lay everywhere. Her strong sense of smell told her that the human was also drenched in the stuff himself, and she chuckled inwardly at the stupidity of the man. Ducking and stepping back slightly as he swung at her once more with that bloody axe, Ciarnait snarled and snapped her jaws at him as she began to circle around him. It was her plan to confuse him enough so that she could get behind him and launch at him in a surprise jump but before she could, he surprised her himself by producing a small silver lighter, flicking it open and throwing the live flame onto the gasoline soaked floor. Flames immediately began to flicker and dance around her, until soon there was a wall of flames standing around Ciarnait and the human. Growling at the flames as they licked at her fur, the scent of burning hair soon reached her nostrils, and with a slight yelp more of surprise than pain, she realised that the end of her tail was now on fire. Reaching back to extinguish the small flames with one paw, Ciarnait ducked again as the human swung at her once more with the axe.

As it turned out, the duck was unnecessary as suddenly Rory came crashing through the wall of flames, swept her up into his powerful arms and crashed through the wall on the other side.

"Sorry about that love, I had to put you out" he said with a painful grin as she rolled her eyes and detangled herself from his grasp.

~Well thankyou Rory, but I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself ya know..?~ She glanced over Rory’s large shoulder in time to see Perry escape out of the collapsed wall and limp his way to safety.

~Quick~ she growled. ~He’s getting away!~

but the smoke that she had inhaled finally found its way to her lungs and she spent a good few minutes hacking up large wads of phlegm and ash. By the time her watering eyes had cleared, Perry was no longer in sight and Ciarnait let out a low howl of frustration. She could only hope that Nachni was in the vicinity and could take care of Perry, where she herself had failed. Feeling very sore for herself, Ciarnait glanced up in surprise as the sprinklers came on, dousing the lab with water and quickly extinguishing the flames. Turning to look at Rory, she hissed

~How the hell we going to explain this to Isabella?~ *

[Peregrine Daniels]

Rory made a motion that looked like he was about to give chase, but he shrugged his hulking shoulders in response

"We'll tell Isabella the truth that he got away and blew up one of her labs"

He said with a wide menacing grin, he placed a huge paw on Cia's back and patted her comfortingly almost mockingly.

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With a growl of his own, Peregrine dropped his phone, and swept his entire body around himself in a wide arc as he savagely lunged out at the only remaining Werewolf with a roundhouse kick, enough to knock the head off any human and maybe even Vampire, but these Werewolves were an entirely different monster, the smell of blood on the creature was sickening. Peregrine lunched out with his axe, his speed was amazing for a human, but he had trained under every umbrella of martial arts for his entire life. He swung his axe expertly in defence, if the werewolf did try and slash out at him she's loose a hand.

"I'd give up and go home if I were you, it's over…"

He hissed as he continued to swing his axe slashing out against the werewolf, closer and closer again and again. It wasn't long before the sky was illuminated by a spotlight and the sound of a helicopter filled the air. Peregrine smiled and jumped latching onto the long ladder that had suddenly appeared suspended above him. He slashed down with his axe one last time to make sure he wouldn't be followed. The helicopter began to rise into the air quickly. Peregrine grinned wolfishly and blew a kiss at the dark werewolf, it was all for show as his insides were screaming with grief and pain. Eight men and woman had died tonight and it was his entire fault

"SHIT!"

Peregrine screamed into the night, straining his vocal cords, he had the sudden urge to let go, the pain was too much, he was burnt, scared and bloody, everything would be so much simpler. He fastened onto the ladder tighter as it began to lift up into the helicopter. The Sydney harbour was beautiful at night, this high in the air; he let his bleeding throbbing skull rest against the ladder. More lives lost because of Perry, Because of Perry's mistake, he was fool.

[The Joshness ™]

The helicopter crept through the night as metallic fog, the pilot controlling it had not informed Josh, silently meditating behind him, that there was another helicopter leaving that area he was soon to be deported to. His eyes twitched open as he felt his time coming and drifted to the closed bay door before him while the harness used to strap him to the rough shaped seats had come loose and he vibrated half way out of it. It wasn’t necessarily flying as much as it was gliding through the air. It was moments before his drop point and he had already geared up for combat with his dual Magnums, both of generic origins with no real alterations other than the 22 bullet clips that extended farther than the already over-sized gun. The red light of the copter only allows you to see those guns and a small piece of tattered paper that Josh carefully reads before slipping into the space between his belt and buckle.

Josh reels the door open, letting in a massive plow of wind that is remarkably stealth’d by the copter one way or another. This transport Josh is using is obviously resources from one of his many, anonymous Secret Ops allies that he has either trained, helped, or defeated. In the glimmering moonlight his solid white eyes light up in its power, revealing the direly thin gray ring that was once the outside wall of his Iris. “Start lowering your Altitude, when im out prepare for a sharp rise and change. Im late, or it was anyway. Im not sure what condition anything is in.” No answer, which in these conditions means “Understood.”

No more than a minute after the first helicopter had taken off, the witnesses which saw it would immediately take notice to the thin and stealthy chopper soaring low over the building then dropping just low enough for an unknown target to drop out of the open bay door, then it hastily headed back up and used thrusters placed below the blades on top to blast off rather loudly out of the area. Once the thrusters got the Copter out of the vicinity there was utter silence in the aerial department. But soon, into the area where the enemy had left before, sliding in the opposite direction goes Josh. His figure spirals into the air result of a powerful cartwheel he must have committed to upon impact to soften the fall at the speed in which he was moving. After he touches ground from the cartwheel his boots scrape across the surface in an attention grabbing way while the metal dips dig into the ground and he uses the but of his recently drawn Magnum from the left hand side to stabilize him from toppling over.

He says not word until he comes to a complete halt where he stands up groggily as if he is still from sleep. He holsters the Magnum in its proper (left) holster then peers about, no light (or lack of) affects his eyesight for other than solid objects and distance, nothing halters his vision. Josh is an easy 6’3 or 6’4 and his obviously muscular build shows off after they jitter a bit after the acrobatics he performed to land here. Like most muscles do when they are used for the first time in a while. I mean, 2 weeks and nothing to kill, this lady was a godsend. Josh turns swiftly on his heel to the direction of the people which he immediately Addresses “Does this building belong to the organization known as ‘The First Blood Clan’?!” Josh soon noticed the damage through the wall they peered out of. <FUCK! Did I miss it?!> Sudden outburst of mental thought, no more.

(Eh, it sucks. but you get it.)

((Its fine Joshy poos.. I just edited it to read that the organisation that owns the building is the First Blood Clan... the Pack work for First Blood.))

[subwolfer]

"Another drink." Sebs order was placed as fingertips strum impatiently over the bartop. Visibly distracted from the atmosphere of the tavern. Shifting his weight upon the stool. Form seeming to tense. Quickly growing restless, Antsy even. Perhaps a sixth sence warning of impeding dangers. Attempting to shrug off such premonitions. Though faith well placed within the members of his pack, the foreboding feelings plagued his mind.

Golden optics falling back upon the bartender, Axious to recieve his order. Shifting nerviously once more while fingertips reverberate their tone in mock harmony. Patience lacking in such unsettling moments as the present. Gaze sweeping across the patrons before focus rests upon the exit. Letting an uneasy sigh spill forth from between his lips before th chirr of a glass placed upon the bartop catches his attention. "Thanks." His voice mutters out unenthusiastically. Inadverantly seeming uptight perhaps, however he couldnt' stop the persistant nagging within his mind, pecking away at his sanity.

Taking the drink within his hand. Giving another audiable sigh before it reaches his lips for him to sip. His attention deverted for but a moment at the glance of a woman sitting a few seats down from him. Though, she hadn't done more then glanced in his direction but even the single glance pulling his lips into a preditory smirk. "Nice night." his voice utters out to break the silence. Though the absence of a reply would perhaps be enough to detour some, But silence only seemed to further fuel his advance. "So, care for me to buy you a drink? Or would you like to skip ahead to a moonlit stroll? " He asks rather forwordly. His words not rewarded as he would have hoped though, Instead they seemed to only bring a mostly incoherent responce. Catching only the word "Typical" amoungst the mutters.

Attention diverted, interest in the female lost as quick as it was sparked. Focus held once more upon the exit. Taking his drink and quickly shooting it down. Feeling the burn of the alcohol flowing down his throat, warming his belly. Replacing the glass upon the bar and making his leave without another word. Taking his leave and heading out into the night. Shortly after his departure, Seb began to strip from his clothing. Perhaps still within view of the tavern, but modesty was as forein to him as sobriety. Giving into the persistant feelings building within. Body shifting, contorting to the inner lycan will. Thick midnight hairs growing outwords emitting from within to blanket his body in a rich thick Pelt. Nose elongating into a maw. Thusting his muzzle heavensforth and Letting out a sharp outcry. Howling out his song of life as his sences begin to return with his transformation. Wolven form seeming more intuned with the world.

Racing through the night at an unhumanly speed. Another advantage of animalistic form. Quickly closing the distance, Making his way back to the Marketplace. The scent of gasoline still heavily staining the air. A deep resounding growl rumbling within the back of his throat. Distastefully surveying the scene before him. The wall of the lab broken out. as the flickering light of the flames still dance within. Burning persistantly over the gasoline even as the sprinklers rain down over the tops of the flames. Taking in the sight of a few of the human corpses before ears folding back. Voice calling out to no one in particular. "What happend here? " Golden visual orbs hodling a peiricing gaze. Almost seeming to look through, rather then upon as he glances across the other members of his pack.

[Ciarnait]

*Ciarnait’s dark chocolate orbs widened slightly as she instantly morphed back into her human form at the appearance of the second helicopter. While she wasn’t ashamed of what she truly was, Ciarnait didn’t believe in revealing her true self to just anyone. There were too many people out there that would love to capture a real werewolf and Ciarnait had no intention of that ever happening to her. Glancing at Rory with an arched slender brow, Ciarnait muttered ~Who’s this then?~ as she began to make her way back into the lab through the whole in the wall. Retracing her steps to retrieve her previously discarded clothes, Ciarnait dressed quickly, and was on her way back to Rory by the time that the new arrival had skidded to a halt and had asked if this building belonged to the First Blood Clan.

~Who wants to know?~ Ciarnait spoke up from within the walls of the lab before she stepped through the hole in the wall and walked back to Rory’s side. She didn’t know who this man was, but she wasn’t exactly in the mood for visitors in relation to the damage the last one did.

A slight shudder rippled across her spine, and Ciarnait glanced up at Rory to see if he had felt it too. ~Sebs back!~ she whispered, as she sensed the Leader of the Pack long before he made his arrival known. Soon he was with them, and she lowered her head in respect, her long dark hair spilling over one shoulder. When she raised her head to look at him, she felt his gaze pass completely through her as he asked what had happened. Given the fact that she had been left in charge of the place while the boys had gone to the pub, Ciarnait felt somewhat responsible and she hung her head as she stepped forward.

~We did everything we could Seb.. he arrived out of nowhere, that Perry idiot. Nearly burnt the place down. But he got away and then this guy turned up…~ she pointed to the newcomer. *

[subwolfer]

Seb stood almost deathly still. Addressing the new arrival with nothing more then a single glance. Nostrils flared to drink forth the scents upon the winds grace. Catching no hints of any others within the area. Thus assuming the man was alone, and for this reason, retained his confidence. Knowing he would get back to the stranger later, But first there was a more pressing issue at hand, The scenario before him. He knew he was going to feel the crack of the proverbial whip over this.

Seb cast his judgemental gaze upon the scene, A quick survey of the area to try and gather the obvious signs of the order of events. The hole in the wall was indication of the struggle, Though what concerned him was the rubble was scattered to the outside. "Why did they make it inside? " His words were direct, held by a stern voice. Golden orbs falling upon Ciarnaits form before his next question rolled out in a strict tone. "Why did Perry get away, He's a human!" Refusing to grasp the concept that such a frail creature could not only break his way in to cause this much chaos. But also manage to be permitted to live and escape.

Ears folding back as Seb shakes his head almost in disbelief. Before releasing his judgment in a single pent breath, Emitting as a fog to the cold nights air before dissipating into the air. Gaze softening a bit as he returns his focus back to Rory and Ciarnait. "Although, Credit given where it is due, good job on taking care that no one appears to be seriously wounded and no loss of life on our side."

Letting his gaze drift from his packmates to reclaim the newcomer. Piercing gaze studying the actions, physical attitude, as well as the way the man carried himself. "This is. "He answers simply before attempting to reclaim control of the conversation "But who are you?" Like Ciarnait, he too was in no mood for visitors with the current situation and gave no attempt to even hide this fact.

[The Joshness ™]

Aware that his appearance made a slightly awkward position for him, Josh managed to catch the end and start of some talk among what seemed to be who he was looking for. “I, am Joshua DeathViper. And I was called here for assistance.” Looking at the recent carnage and destruction caused by whoever he was called here to help against. “But im afraid that the request was late, apparently.” Josh’s mind calculates his position, their moods and his action, determining that it would be wise to clear everything up before they suspected him of something more than the truth. “Isabelle, her name was, send me a message asking for my help.” In the breeze that is blowing towards everyone there is a crude, musky scent of a Male wolf. Though following in suit and intertwined with that scent is the undeniably powerful aroma of dried blood, suggesting something else.

After reaching into his belt buckle he pulls out the small slip of tattered paper he tosses it to them on a strong cross-breeze that can, and will, take it right to the ground before them. Inside would a simple, yet aparent proposition asking Josh to assist The Pack in undisclosed events. By now Josh has crossed both arms over his chest and allowed himself to release some of his tension set in by Josh himself, something he learned allows Jhimself to cope with battle and death adequately and easily. His eyesight is exceedingly good, more use than any being could use, whether it be Predator or Prey, so when he gazes upon these ‘pack’ members he sees them in clarity and definition. Not that he is suspicious, but he is careful.

[Rory Connery]

Rory's head turned in alarm with wolf like qualities as he noticed the man leaping out of a moving helicopter, His head continued to turn on it's own in confusion, but he remained in his wolf body, his dark coppery red fur bristled slightly in the wind, He bared his teeth and hunched low at the sight of the man… the enemy? No something completely different, he could smell it; it was a scent he had never smelt before, like a Wolf, but at the same time like a Vampire… The Smell was unsettling, he lifted himself up to his full height when the stranger said he had heard from Isabella, large yellow eyes rose and sunk as he rolled them, Cia left and headed back inside to get her clothes, but Rory had no desire to change back not yet, He kept an eye out for Nachni, but she hadn't returned yet, he wondered if she had grabbed onto the Helicopter, he hoped not, the last thing they needed was to loose Nachni… Plus she was good lay…

Rory felt a bristle down his spine as he heard the familiar cry on the wind, it was Seb, half by instinct and half by Desire Rory lifted his snout into the air and began to howl powerfully in response, hopefully the other drunkards at the pub would hear them, Seb arrived soon after, Rory held his head high, he had nothing to be ashamed off.

"Humans can be surprisingly resourceful…"

Rory said in a deep growl at Seb.

"You'd be surprised what human bodies can manage, you've heard the stories about Daniels, the only mistake me made tonight was underestimating him"

Rory said turning back to eye the stranger once more, Isabella… again…

"At least we killed all his accomplices, he got out alone though, didn't expect the chopper… who knew he was THAT connected…"

Rory finished turning his head around to speak to Seb.

[Nachni]

*Capturing the wounded Perry had not been as easy as Nachni had imagined it would be, especially with him desperate and frantically waving an axe at her. To keep her limbs intact she kept her distance from the human, though tilted back her head and laughed nastily, revealing rows of sharp fangs as she dodged the wild swings. Her vicious smile only widened when he foolishly suggested she go home.* That it is, human. I came only to thank you for your thoughtful gift. Why, donating eight live humans from your own team for my clan to dine on, so very kind…And dine we will, then toast to you personally before each one for the generous contribution.

*Daniels anguish, for all he tried to hide it, was clear to her as the nose on his face and she reveled in it. Inconvenient as his helicopter get-away was, the idea that Perry’s glaring failure would cause his own self destruction brightened her mood. She wouldn’t have had room for him after she ate his friends anyways. She was chuckling to herself and gazing smugly after the retreating chopper when another, smaller helicopter broke its cloud cover. Na’s keen eyes locked hungrily on the craft and the figure that leapt from it, following its downward plunge with interest. There was always room for one more. A quick run after the first eight and she could squeeze the newcomer in as a midnight snack. The killing spree did not have to end here at all, although a new strategy might make a nice change of pace. That in mind, Nachni’s wolf form was abandoned for the lithe, curvaceous human shape that won her the adoring looks of men everywhere. If she’d judged the newest scent correctly, its owner was quite male.

The distance separating her from the warehouse and the rest of her clan dwindled rapidly on long, graceful strides. Neither her intentions nor her actions changed when Seb announced his arrival with his individual cry and his familiar smell joined and mingled with the mix of others lingering on the night air. Rory’s response had her bare skin, barely damp with drying blood, prickling intensely and her steps quickened. The fact that the numerous scents came to her as one suggested that her snack had headed directly for the damaged warehouse upon landing where she hoped to find him intact. Slow and seductive, Nachni’s arrival lacked stealth entirely. The pack members would smell her and even the human would find it hard to miss a nude woman soaked head to toe in blood. The stains covering the length of her body caught the dancing light of the flames cast her in a hellish glow made even eerier by the wicked grin on her lips. She stopped several feet away, head held high, and let black eyes rest on each of the faces present.* I’m here. When do we eat?

[idm]

*He laughed and would blush had he made a habit of feigning a heart beat.* no no.. *His head twitched a little. He knew he heard a great many sounds something was happening* Do you hear that?

[Ciarnait]

*Ciarnait cocked her head slightly as she heard the new arrival that introduced himself as Josh Deathviper, announce that it had been Isabella herself that had sent him to join them. Surprised, and more than a little pissed off, Ciarnait shot a questioning look over at Seb. Had he known about this? If there was one thing that she hated above all others it was a sensation of feeling left out of the loop. Growling soflty down in her throat, Ciarnaits dark eyes fell upon the naked, blood covered form of Nachni as she approached the group.

~It looks like you’ve eaten enough Nachni..~ Ciarnait muttered under her breath as she now stood with the three other members of her Pack. They were her family, her brethren and she felt strong with them all by her side.. invincible. There was nothing they could not handle when all together.. sure Daniels and his dickheads had managed to do a bit of structural damage, but it was damage they had paid for with their lives. No, Ciarnait felt confident in the Packs abilities. She had thought Isabella had felt the same way about them, so it came as a rude shock that she had felt they needed the help of this “deathviper” freak. Rose would know what was happening, Ciarnait was sure of it. She also wanted to check if her charge was alright, so deciding to go and check on Rose straight away, Ciarnait stepped forward.

Sniffing the air towards the “deathviper”, Ciarnait smelt both vampire and werewolf, the combination of scents having a strange reaction with her senses. She thought she heard ringing in her ears, before realising too late that the sound had actually been the ringing telephone in the main security desk of the Warehouse. Only Isabella had the number for that phone, and the fact that noone had picked up the phone when it rang would lead to some nastiness undoubtedly. Ciarnait cast another glance at Seb as she tilted her head over towards the new arrival.

~Whatever you want to do about this one here.. its your call. Speaking of calls though.. I think Isabella herself just tried to ring..? Maybe you should give her a call…? Fill her in? I’m going to go and check on Rose..~

Turning on her heel, she glanced back at Seb to see if he would respond before she left. *

[subwolfer]

Ears perking up a bit, swiveling upon their base as Seb heard the phone ringing. Knowing all too well it was the Isabella, However he was in no hurry to answer the phone in the current situation. Catching a glimpse of Josh's note from the corner of his eye. Seeing the tattered paper flying to the ground at his feet, though his gaze undetoured from the undead werecreature before him. Finding the hand off almost a rude gesture, and thus giving no hurry to read the tattered message, but instead continuing to address his pack before the new arrival.

"Resourceful indeed." Seb grins knowingly at Rory. "So, only one got away? At least that will be easier to tell Isabella. Perhaps even let it sound like we let him escape to serve as a warning to others." Smirking a bit malevolently, before golden hewn optics catch Na's form as she draws close. "Always enjoying yourself aye Nachni? " He questions glancing over her blood soaked naked form. "Although you do look quite alluring wearing nothing other then fresh blood, It does smell like the blood is starting to coagulate, so you might wanna get cleaned up before it dries.

Finally turning his attention back towards the one sent by Isabella. Kneeling down and picking up the paper held by his footpaw. Glancing over the note that summoned this creature before him to help in "undisclosed events." "Too late? " Seb answers, lips curving into a wry grin. "Not at all, actually your just in time." A bit of a chuckle resounding from his lycan maw. "You see Josh " He starts Glancing back towards the aftermath of the struggle. "The umm humans made quite a mess, Theres lots of cleaning to be detailed" He himself wasn't looking forwords towards the cleaning, and since help was sent. Might as well use such help to take care of the more undesirable jobs, Plus It was his own way of establishing dominance as alpha of the pack. Making quick terms to let new arrivals know his place.

Interrupted once more by the persistent tone of a ringing phone. This time his own personal phone in which he had left at the warehouse when he went to the tavern. Intentionally doing such in hopes of loosing the interruptions in case he met a female. Though, he didn't always have the best of luck. Letting out a disgruntled sigh before making his exit without another word. Answering his phone as he heard Isabella on the other line, Though this came as no surprise. Attempting to explain the situation to her, only to hear her request to see him in person. Seb gave out a huff of protest before submitting to her request. "I'll catch the first flight out I can. "

Resuming his place alongside his pack members As to forewarn them of his absence. "Isabella summoned me to meet with her in Rome. I will Leave Ciarnait in charge in my absence." Deciding to give a final list of tasks to be carried out upon his leave. "Rory, Your on guard patrol. Just make sure that Perry idiot doesn't attempt a second attack tonight. Would be stupid of him to try so, Though, he already proved his ignorance with the first attack. " Attention then falling upon that of Na. "Nachni, I want you to take care of the dead humans, And watch after Rory while I'm gone" "Finally, Josh, As I said, You get clean up detail, salvage anything still in working order. Ohh, and do enjoy" He smirks mirthfully, Taking his leave before listening for any objections. Lastly, Catching up with Ciarnait to explain the situation to her. Both about his being summoned by Isabella herself, And about the orders he had gave for his absence."And your in charge of anything else, should anything come up." He concludes. "Do take care sis, I'll be back when I can."

[The Joshness ™]

Very shortly after he lets the note find its way to whoever it did, his attention was grabbed immediately by the bloody Vixen stark naked and drenched in the reeking blood of her enemies. He need not to say a word for his eyes are about to burst from their sockets at her. Both corners of his mouth curling up into a winding grin that shows off his many sharp teeth. He is completely oblivious to just about everything going on around him. Seb could have been explaining the cure to world hunger, but josh was thought deep in nudity. And oh was he enjoying the eyeful. He looked over to Seb near the end of the first comment directed at him "Hmm...huh....yeah...just in time you say?" But that last bit caught his attention quite fiercely. Both eyes narrowed down on Seb while he continued. By this time Josh had already started to move forward, in the direction of the hole in the side of the building and the source of some serious carnage.

Josh's ear twitch slightly. The brashness in which this Seb creature commanded him. <Clean up detail? So im a fucking Janitor? Couldn't they have hired Mr Fucking Clean for this?> Thinking this of course, many years in militia and various Wolf Packs have taught him one thing not easily forgotten, your place. There was much to be done "First thing i need to do is rid the premises of these corpses. Then nay bodily fluids they leave behind." Talking to himself quite intently as he does small circles and walks about assessing their losses. "This wall will need definite repair, as well as the equipment in the area where the debris could have endangered their stability." Before too long he would simply look up to the group and asks with a swift kick to a stiffening corpse "Do you guys actually plan on eating these disgusting things? Or shall i be rid of them?"His eyes, absent of humanity gaze out at them.