Sergeant Halvorson was wedged in a corner made by the deli counter and the table holding up the cash register, stunned at the sight of the tall, scaled, horned creature that had made a sudden entrance.  The revolver lay on the floor some way from his feet, and it bathed in a growing collection of blood-droplets.<br/><br/>Fenson was gargling his own blood.  As Bane wrapped bandages about his throat he gagged, his chest heaving.  The tigress had punctured his windpipe.  Fenson surged forward onto the floor, spitting and coughing up deep red spurts.<br/><br/>Janus was too shocked by the entrance of the scaled being to do much.  Collins heard Bane's cry and rushed for the back door, only to stop as another fur, a snarling puma, came at him.  He dodged left and hacked into the puma's head with his machete, quickly ending its life.  Then he disappeared into the alley.<br/><br/>"Wha- wha- wha-" Janus was whimpering, backing away from the new creature.<br/><br/>"You... helped me," said the sergeant.  "Who...?"<br/><br/>Fenson choked and spasmed, suddenly rolling onto his side.  Nobody even heard Bane's question.<br/><br/>All over the human encampment, chaos reigned.  Furs and humans were clashing in the streets and buildings.  The hotel that the blond lieutenant was using for his headquarters was under attack, with furs pouring in through its front door.  Collins ducked into a nearby alley.  He knew the medic they had seen was in there... he had to get him out somehow.  But the way in was blocked.