The sound that emerged from the Beast was like anything any of the Hunters had heard before. They were seasoned in their craft and had taken down werewolves together as a clan for years. However, the guttural, inhuman speech that emerged from the Beast as it addressed the band of Hunters now was a sound that could bring nightmares to even Bean for years to come. That was, if they survived. His threat to flee fell on empty ears, as none of them broke formation.<br/>A ground-shaking<i>thud</i>echoed through the trees as the Wolf dropped before them, in all it’s glory. Slowly, Kid’s sparkling eyes were raised higher as it exposed its total mass. It was bigger than any Wolf she had ever seen, it’s darkness nearly absorbing the milky moonlight. A few of her brothers in arms shifted slightly as to get the upper-hand angle, but she could feel the shift in the air as they all weighed their odds of coming out victorious this night.<br/><br/>What a terror it was, the Beast. The tales didn’t do justice to it’s full strength of form. However, strangely enough Kit felt the overwhelming feeling…that if she weren’t about to possibly lose her life to this beast, she figured she would have wanted to reach out and touch that coal black coat. The Beast spoke to them, the menacing tone sending chills down Kid’s spine, although she remained taught to strike if it came close enough. One throw of a blade and it could be over, she thought to herself…but she had seen how fast the Wolf had dropped…and for once in her life, doubted herself.<br/>A sickening sound came from the Beast’s flesh as he removed the arrow, a gush of shimmering blood, trickling down in a sickening trail, and then it was gone. Kid let out a muted gasp, as it’s regeneration was too fast…much too fast…She realized then that it had been gazing its crystalline eyes right at her, and she clicked her teeth together with a glare, stiffening her muscles in anticipation. His comment about her made Kid only want to rip out his rib cage and let it dry and bleach in the hot sunlight.<br/><br/>Slow motion. That would probably describe the next actions best. A rumbling, bone-chilling roar…then a lunge. Kid’s eyes followed, almost in a daze as she watched the life flow out of her brother bowman’s eyes, then gore. Mutilation, blackish-crimson was exposed to them all. Even after death, the entrails would squirm like slick, thick centipedes, as if desperate to cling to the last moments of bloodflow.<br/>The Beast’s head rose, blood and bone dripping down it’s jaw menacingly as it addressed the others with it’s threat.<br/>Pepper, the first to break formation, screamed and brought up a shotgun that had been slung on his back. He aimed, then shot two rounds off. Kid rolled swiftly out of the way of any possible debris, and then it would begin.<br/>More Christmas cracker traps sounded as the guild’s Alchemist threw makeshift pouches towards the Wolf, hoping to weaken it with powdered silver and wolfsbane. Only one or two ended up making contact, the other failures dropping to the ground. The swordsman, the archer, Bean, Pepper, all dancing with the Wolf in an unchoreographed moonlight waltz.<br/><br/>Kid focused on her own body’s motions, her nimble fingers plucking a small, razor sharp blade of silver from her inner thigh, and bringing her arm gracefully back, then a swift toss forward. Thigh hit. Another toss. Nicked the ribcage. At the near miss, she scowled beneath her cloak, darting up and changing stance and location.<br/>Meanwhile, her brothers and sisters began to fall.