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All four twisted paw-feet had left the ground as the werewolf pounced, with considerable speed for its size.

It was while it was in the air that the chair impacted with the side of the beast's head.

For the most part, Kora was very hard to repel, and the impact caused the piece of furniture to collapsed into splinters against her skull...but reflexively the creature turned her head and squeezed her eyes shut, avoiding any shards of timber flying into them. In the moment it took her to open again her quarry had disappeared from her line of sight...

And it was at that point that Montana had jammed the device against the muscles of her stomach.

The whole large animal convulsed violently and collapsed onto the floor with a thud that shook the surface a little. Its paws twitched a couple of times, like a sleeping dog, before it came to lie motionless on the floor.

Oren regarded the whole thing with the general look of disapproval, but had little to say on the matter. Honestly it served Kora right if she was going to act up when she was required for research. Research was one of SCION's major responsibilities within the supernatural world, as she felt it was timely to remind Arcturus when he began mouthing off about such things.

"Well unless you feel confident that you can take on creatures without any kind of information on how they tick, then yes, you do need 'more fucking experiments'. And if you do feel confident in that, then it would just make you typical of the arrogant variety of human that kept getting found in about three to five different parts splattered across remote crossroads and woodland clearings all across Europe for years." Oren muttered, taking out her notebook once again and glancing at a watch that she'd pulled from her pocket. Ten seconds. Eleven. Twelve.