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[code]South Side, Circle Neighbourhood, David Smith’s Home[/code][/right][hr]
Being slammed through two walls wasn’t fun. It was the opposite of fun. Vin managed to twist their body so their back took the brunt of the impact, teeth and claws still sunk into the Doppelganger. Blood matted the fur across their back - and it was the only thing hiding the bruises undoubtedly blooming across their skin. It started to painfully stitch together. At least another rib was broken.

But fuck it. They’d suffered worse. 

Their teeth ripped into its shoulder, tearing out a whole chunk of flesh and spitting it out onto the wood floor. Blood stained their sharp canines, bared for another bite. Their sharp yellow eyes momentarily left the creature they were wrapped around to look at Paloma - still alive, still there. 

And it was trying to convince her to talk them down. 

[color=51684c]”Are you fuckin’ serious- don’t listen to it. That ain’t David, it’s a fuckin’ Apparition - an evil fucking Ghost! Nothin’ like the one you got inside, lady,”[/color] Vin snarled. His legs dropped back to the ground with a thud, pawed feet pushing out into a wider stance. [color=51684c]”Go with Malik! Get outta here!”[/color]

There was a chaotic, joyful glint in their gaze that shifted back to the doppelganger. Their front teeth lengthened, forming sharp, viper like fangs. Their claws pulled out of skin only to grab it and dig in further. Then Vin pushed against it with all of their weight and strength, head shooting forward to bite down on the doppelganger again. There was two aims - get it on the floor, and shoot it full of enough venom to paralyse it for enough of a moment they could fuck it up more.
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At least one of the outsiders fucked off. The one still with them could handle himself - thankfully. They did need the help, as much as Bryn didn’t want to admit it. She turned her head towards Elara as she pulled out her phone, recognising Adam’s voice. Of course.

[color=b23b07]"Callin’ help in so soon?"[/color] Bryn snorted - though she was grateful for it. While she hadn't used her full abstraction yet, not wanting to burn the shop down, she had a limited supply of ash with her… and there were no dead bodies around.

[color=b23b07]"Only a couple? We got this, we ain’t fought during the Cataclysm for nothing."[/color] Her eyes narrowed. Watching, as Elara notched an ice arrow. Waiting. Her eyes lit up with an amber light, as if they were smouldering. Glowing amber lines spread out in her vision towards all the useable bones- none that she could actually see. Roadkill, probably. But she could get to them if she had to. 

The ice arrow barely seemed to stop it as it burnt out. She didn’t expect it to. Maybe if she had a few bodies worth of ash… fuck, don’t think about that. Work with what she had. One hand went on the cold ground as she crouched in a position she could easily dodge in. 

Then she shot hard balls of burning ashes at the Doppelganger - each one tightly packed and flaming hot, like magical bullets, aimed all over its body.

[color=b23b07]”Now would be a great time for some’a that freezin’ bullshit!"[/color]