Adriana vs Werewolf
The beast easily cleared the distance to Adriana in one leap. She felt the heat of the beast’s breath as it came near her, its powerful jaws poised to crush her throat. In that last instant before contact, Adriana dropped down and rolled under the beast. Its hind claws raked across the scabbards on her back.
Using the momentum of her roll, Adriana slid past her Fukushuu blades, grabbing their handles and pulling them out of the cottage floor. Her recovery and roll ended in a crouch near the fallen chair several feet away from the Denson beast.
The garou twisted in midair. It changed its trajectory enough to slam against the side of the fireplace instead of inside it. The impact dislodged stone. Adriana spared a quick glance across the room. The open door leading to the long hallway and escape seemed very far away.
The beast charged at the vampire.
It had recovered much faster than Adriana had anticipated, barely giving her time to mount a defense. She contorted into a leap and spin maneuver that would have won a mortal gymnast an Olympic medal.
Adriana avoided the brunt of the beast’s attack, but its front claws tore through enough of her thigh to leave a good warning against letting the beast make a solid connection.
It also made enough contact to upset Adriana’s trajectory. She failed to land on her feet and crashed to the floor, sliding into several of the nearby coffee tables and accompanying chairs.
By the time she regained her footing, the beast was nearly on her. The vampire leapt straight up, thrusting her legs to either side in a mid-air split. The Denson beast passed underneath her, its claws shredding the wooden floor in its attempt to stop its momentum. It failed; the beast demolished tables and chairs like a set of bowling pins.
Adriana landed hard, stumbling to one knee and wincing at the pain shooting up her injured leg. She looked back to the exit; several tables and chairs stood in disarray between her and it. The vampire sprinted toward the entrance.
The Denson beast erupted from a pile of wood and leather debris. Still moving toward the exit, Adriana glanced behind her. The top of a table flew at her, coming in low.
She leapt forward. The tabletop passed under her. She came down with her foot on the seat of a chair.
Adriana put her other foot on the back of the chair. As it tilted down, she stepped across to the back of another chair. She leapt from it to another chair arm, then another back, bouncing from chair to chair, never touching the floor.
She dug her nails into the palm of her hand as a distraction against the pain shooting through her injured leg.
Sounds of cracking wood gave voice to the garou’s pursuit. Adriana held little hope of the furniture slowing the beast. Close to the entrance, she fell into a head first slide aimed for the hallway beyond the door. She made it through the doorway, the wall bringing her to an abrupt stop.
Adriana stumbled to her feet.
A second later, the beast slammed through the doorway she had just passed through. Its shoulders dislodged the doorframe from the wall, but couldn’t pass through. Stuck in this space, the beast’s eyes met the vampire’s. It howled, showing its gruesome fangs.
Adriana had to make it out the main door, or this sanctuary for the Navarre would be her tomb.
Summoning all of her vampire speed, she dashed toward the lodge entrance. Along the way, she slid her blades back into their scabbards, freeing her hands for the door ahead.
Adriana heard the beast dislodging itself from the broken doorframe, presumably by shredding it. She dared not waste time with a look behind her.
Read more in “By Virtue Fall”