Putting the blinded lurker down, then killing a healthier one with much more difficulty...the shape shifter didn't attend to his injury, and instead twisted his sword and sliced the dull blade through the side of the worm-thing, before pulling it out with even more difficulty. Nodding approvingly to the number of human guards who had come to his aid, and to the aid of the people of this area...he watched for a few moments as the crossbow bolts flew through the air, and swords clanged against the hard carapace of the night lurkers. Wobbling to the cover of an abandoned house, he sat himself onto a table and pulled his shirt up. The slice from rolling over...and over onto the only sharp side of his sword had given him a nasty gash on his side. A good amount of blood began to pour out of him. There were a number of animals he could transform into to increase the speed and potency of his natural healing...in fact, the act of shape shifting itself had capabilities of increased healing...but...too many humans nearby.

Wobbling off his spot on the table, he knocked over a chair in the process of dropping onto the floor, resting his back on the wall. A guard, who had noticed him earlier, peeked his head in to ask if he was alright. Though he would've normally reacted positively to the presence of a human, he was injured...not feeling too good. Somewhat irritable. In response he merely threw a fallen tankard at the wall beside the guards, "OWOWOWOW! Out!"

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"Thanks a bunch!" Luka continued to trap night lurker after night lurker, with the barbs and blades of her whip...as well as digging her feet into the ground or using walls/buildings as leverage. When the lurkers were rendered immobile, the guards struck, stabbing and slicing at the weak points. Kicking the corpse of a particularly tough lurker, the guards followed her as she walked through the back alleys. Blood, corpses, all upon the cobblestone like a sick display, gore decorum. "Damn, there will be a lot to bury in the coming days..."