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Something's not right...... I need to find Shrade. John thought to himself.

He made his way into the male dorm, and found him lying on the floor, his eyes glazed blue. "Kyra, Wolf's Den" He was muttering, barely intelligible.

"ALKIR, NOW" John spoke angrily.

"I know where it is, lets go. Fair warning, this isn't going to go well." He spoke very seriously. John grabbed both of his shortblades.

"I know, have any pals you could call on?" John asked.

"Maybe a few." With that, he dissipated.

About five minutes later, he showed back up, with a few others, none of them assassins. Alkir could see the surprise in his eyes.
"I was a demon before I was an assassin, and these guys don't exactly enjoy werewolves."

They all looked human, but with pure red eyes. They gathered around John, and began a small chant, and with that, they were in a back alleyway.

Two men stood outside the door, a small sigh laid on top which read "Wolf's Den"

John approached with the posse, but the man cut them off. "Place is closed. Fuckoff Human, you're not wanted here." With that, John ended the man, put his wristblade through his throat. The second went to swing at him, John ducked, and caught him on an upstroke, putting his blade through the roof of his mouth. He dragged the bodies into the dumpster. Two of the demons looked at Alkir. "We like him."

He then kicked in the door. "Where are the women." He was getting a lot of strange looks, must've been about 25 of them in here. "You fucking heard me." He said loudly as he popped both blades out, Alkir doing the same.

"Nice friends you've got, you're lucky." One stood up to him, despite warnings from his friends.

"Don't make me put you down, boy." John tilted his head somewhat as he spoke. One of his friends took him into a back room "There in here, just get them and go". Marcey was lying on the floor, eyes glazed blue. Kyra was still up, thank god. He picked Marcey up, handed her to one of the demons, and told him to take her back to her room. One wolf stepped up to John. "What do you think you're doing." He was upset. that seemed to be the general consensus within the room. This was going to get violent. Four demons and a human, on 15 of what John assumed to be werewolves.

John responded with an overhand right. He decided not to kill them, out of pure respect for mystics.

With that, it started. With each blow he took, he delivered five. one got him pretty bad after he shifted, leaving a few fairly deep gashes down his face. John managed to dispach him with an uppercut and a left hook. Within minutes, it was over. John was bleeding from almost every part of his body, Alkir was the same, two of his friends were floored, and the third wasn't doing so well himself. "Thanks, I would've been dead" John spoke the truth, he knew it as well as anyone did. They would've shredded him.

He looked at Kyra, and motioned her to follow. He didn't expect her to, but he had to try. Clerics were coming tomorrow, and he wanted to make sure she stayed away. The rest of them in the main bar just stared as John and the demons walked out, bleeding over most of the floor and some of the furniture. This was definetely going to change his life, if he made it out of the week. He hoped Shrade and Marcey would be alright, the blue eyes thing was scaring him a little.