Alistair reloaded as Mike and Tanya temporarily distracted the beast.<span style="font-style: italic">What the bloody hell is she doing here?!</span>he fumed.<span style="font-style: italic">Never mind that. Now's not the time.</span>He shoved the last round into the chamber, then dove behind a dark brown couch as Maestas randomly swiped, trying to pick a target to maul. Alistair stuck his head over the top of his cover, and saw Tanya get thrown against a wall with a dull thud as Mike emptied his Winchester into the werewolf once again, though to no avail, as lead was completely ineffective. It did, however, turn Gideon's attention to him. Alistair brought his revolver up, rested it on the back of the couch and took aim as Mike ducked under, then dove away from, the razor-sharp talons of Maestas. He howled as Alistair fired one shot, then a second, then a third and fourth, into Gideon's flank, causing steam and blood to blossom from the fresh wounds. The bullets bored their way into the flesh of the beast, sizzling and melting, slowly poisoning Mastas' blood. Gideon raked his own skin, trying to rid himself of the silver magma boiling into his veins. Alistair reloaded the four shots he had fired, as he saw Mike doing the same. He saw Tanya pull herself off of the floor, barring her teeth and growling, as lightning flung from her fingertips once again. Gideon roared in rage and tried to attack her, but she lept over his out-stretched arms and ran a short distance away. She turned, but Maestas was already on top of her. He smashed her aside, but before he could attack again, Mike lept on his back and pulled out his Colt revolver. He emptied everything into the back of the werewolf's head, which caused Gideon to fall forward from the sheer force of the rounds impacting his skull. He roared and threw off Mike as Alistair sprinted forward and tackled Maestas, knocking him on his back, with Alistair on top of him. Alistair's left hand gripped the beasts' throat, and he lit his hand with Candle, then in a rush of adrenaline, willed it to burn brighter and hotter, anything to kill this abomination.<span style="font-style: italic">Come on you bloody wanker...</span>"DIE!!" he shouted as his hand erupted in flame. Gideon Maestas' entire head was engulfed in fire as he howled in agony. Alistair shoved his right hand and revolver through the flames, pressing the barrel in-between the creature's eyes, and pulled the trigger. He kept trying to fire even after his gun clicked empty.<br/><br/>Mike pulled him off. "You got it man. Chill out." Alistair took deep breathes and looked at his hands. His left hand was unscathed, though his right hand, and revolver, were coated in black. "Ow." he said. Nigel came sprinting into the room. He skidded to a halt when he saw the bleeding werewolf corpse. "What did I miss?" he asked. Alistair turned toward him, holding his right arm in his left hand. "Only bloody everything mate." Nigel kicked the body, checking to make sure he was dead. When he was satisfied, he came back over. He saw Alistair wrapping his right arm in bandages. "So, what now?" he asked. Mike spoke up first, "I found some papers hinting toward an island off the coast of Scotland." Alistair looked up. "I overheard Gideon Maestas mention a castle in Scotland to someone as well." Nigel said, "I guess I know where we're headed next eh?" Alistair stood up and picked his revolver off of the floor. He holstered it and said, "Yep. To Scotland. One thing though, I found something. Or multiple somethings, rather. I found a dungeon. Full of what appear to be feral werewolves." Nigel spoke first, "Well, what should we do?" Alistair was silent for a moment, then spoke, " We need to kill them and destroy this place. We can't risk any civilians finding this and discovering what happened here. Mike, you go find any documents you can. Bring them all with you. And take your bloody witch too. Nigel, I want to set up a fire. Make it look like an accident." Nigel started to speak, but Alistair cut him off. "Yeah yeah I know it won't completely burn down. But enough will be destroyed. That's all we need. I'm gonna go into that basement and deal with the Ferals myself." Alistair turned away from the rest of the group, and headed down the hall. He arrived back the large room where they entered, then opened the creaking doors once more, the howls and stink blasting him like a strong wind. He turned his head and took a deep breath, exhaled, then walked in, closing the door behind him.