Vincent Prepared

A symphony of howl’s broke the silence of the basement, echoing off the stone a warning of what was to come. “Werewolves” Vincent muttered it didn’t take a genius to know the howl’s came from more than just Lar’s and Heather. They needed to leave, they needed to leave quickly. 

With the bloodied and unconscious Asha at his feet, he scooped her up and headed down the second set of stairs to where things had gone quiet. 

Siren Is Ill Suited

With little other choice but to burn to death the barrier protecting the mages came down and Hector did not need an invitation as he vaulted over a nearby table ready to greet Tarik.

His massive form towering over the smaller man he swiped out with the claws he now spouted, trading blow’s the pair fought as Siren kept careful eye out, Hector’s speed would normally be an advantage but the mage is seemed had cast a spell to hasten himself to match. Tarik was a better swordsman than she expected with the grace of a dancer it was an unusual trait in a mage. 

Siren Has A Few Trick’s Of Her Own.

Siren smiled, arrogant piece of crap mage. She had him on a back foot from the start, it was typical of his kind to overestimate themselves and there own cleverness. He’d been less prepared than even she expected, the front door and wall’s where well guarded and more importantly well warded that was why she’d needed Peter. 

But once the “owner” of the house had got her in thought the front door, Luscious’s well meaning protections had offered little protection and he’d lacked the time he’d normally expect to prepare for her arrival.