E.S.N.A (Eradicators of SuperNatural Affairs)

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Sepi gasped in pain as the fangs dug through flesh. Recoiling to examine the damage she found bone was clearly visable. Meat all but hung to the arm, and movement of anything below the elbow was impossible. Tendens, and veins alike had been torn, or pulled out of the arm. The wound was far past any magic she could muster. For the time being to avoid blood lose her only option was to seal the horrid clump of meat that was now her forearm.

To do this Sepi saw it best to use fire. It would stop the blood, but may leave little more then bone in its wake. She herself could manage with what ever came after. Out stretching her right hand over the grievous wound she looked away, and called the word of power from within. A large blast of flames erupted from her hand bathing the darkened area in light. Her focus was broken as pain rushed over her, and consumed her mind. What the fire had not taken truly was bone. Trailing up to a blacked stub of flesh just about the elbow. To her the minute of agony had felt like hours.

Rising from the ground she made sure not to let her new drooping appendage touch the ground. The enchantment her eyes had put over the wolf would last for some time, but in her eyes was left incomplete. Shakily moving towards the growling wolf Sepi began to lock eyes with the creature once more. "Quiet." She ordered in a bitter voice soaked with agony. "You will obey me wolf. Call those who set you upon me here. Howl." By this point she was on her knees infront of Faith, and gently slid a shaking hand along her neck, and slightly down her back. Who ever responded to the wolf's call was going to need something more vicious then a simple beast to leave the park alive.
 
Faith let out a loud howl, but then cut her eyes back at the witch, and spun to follow her movements...this would not bode well for the witch if given a chance for vengeance.
She wasn't able to growl, but she did flash her sharp fangs at the witch...a non-verbal threat. A promise to kill her if she had the chance. The look was pretty aggressive- but given her situation it didn't mean anything.
If she was in her human form a good "fuck you" would be in her vocabulary- she would've said it quite viciously and venomously also. She could be friendly...sometimes. But now wasn't one of those times.
 
Nash's long ears twitched under the cover of his illusion; there was that howl again. He had initially dismissed it as a rogue werewolf that would be easily taken care of by the other members of ESNA, but this one was apparently persistent. "Do you think that wolf is dangerous?" he asked, looking at Asura curiously. "Should we go after it, or join up with the others?" It never occurred to him that the two might be one and the same; he didn't know Faith's howl enough to recognize it, even with his superhuman hearing.

Quietly, Nash hoped that Asura would tell him not to worry about the werewolf and start tracking down the others. Nash was never too fond of werewolves -- as it happened, he had a hard time drawing out fears from them. They were strong-willed creatures, and their lupine side often muddled and hid the fears that Nash was trying to dig up. He could make exceptions for the werewolves that worked for ESNA, like Asura himself, since Nash knew they posed no threat, but wild ones? Brr.
 
Brendan accepted the paper, putting it in his shirt pocket before urging his companion onwards. They kept moving towards the park, Faith's howl caused him to redouble his pace. "Low profile my foot" Brendan muttered. He had seen air strikes with more subtlety than this mission. As they began to approach the end of the alley, Brendan drew his pistol and began approaching the enterance much more slowly. He couldn't see the park yet, but he knew better than to run in headlong.
 
"Was that Faith?" Aya murmured to herself. It seemed like a familiar howl, but she had a strong feeling she knew the wolf. She crept ever so silently behind Brendan, pulling out her dagger and staying to the shadows. "Remember, Ayaka. Don't make yourself noticeable, always rely on the shadows to shield you. . ." Her fathers voice rang clearly in her mind as she thought back to her training. Thinking of that time made her feel sick to her stomach and she shook the memories away with a shiver. I hope Asura and Nash get here soon. Clutching her dagger tighter, she peered out of the alley and looked to Regents Park.

Aya inched out toward the park, not immediately seeing anything. She knew that this park was quite large, and chose to go to the right. Looking to Brendan she made a small nod of her head to the right, silent communication saying that was where the howl came from. Her quiet footsteps touched the grass as she crouched in her best attempt to stay low. After a while she stopped behind a tree, laying eyes on Faith's wolf form and a woman she did not know. All of her instincts screamed at her to stay away from the unknown person, but she stayed where she was, preparing herself for whatever was to come.
 
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Asura was about to tell Nash what the name met to him. How he had met a young girl who he had once named such. Until the howl once more took his attention. This time not being one of a hunt, but more of a call to others. "I... I've heard that howl before. That's Faith." He said. *When did she turn up?* The situation was making less, and less sense. The younger wolf had not even been at the scene with Edgar, and Victoria was back at the organization requesting aid. Asura was no fool, but something did not sit right with him. Looking at Nash hoping to see some sign of the doubt that he was having. "Something just doesn't feel right about this."

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Victoria had seen the bright flash, and heard the second howl. *Does that mean she killed her prey?* Another thought of a corpse with limbs dismembered crept into her mind. She was closer now. Only about fifty yards from the scene. Able to make out the form of Faith in a sitting position. That was not a good sign. However as worry tightened its grip she saw another form in front of the wolf rise. The uneasy steps the person took ment the wounds they had must have been grievous. She slowed her pace now only twenty yards away. They fact Faith did not attack again unsettled her, but not as much as the three other figures that came into veiw. The darkness wrapped them just enough to make it impossible to see who they were.

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Oberon had moved into the area shortly when the attack had begun. He was going to save the foolish witch, but had stopped to watch when she locked eyes with werewolf. "Greetings young miss. I see you received a bit of a scrape. A shame that." He said with a mocking tone. The vampire lord cared little if the girl died. After all he had little competition when it came to the city. Even the troublesome ESNA knew he kept the city from being over run by the lesser creatures. Fear of an apex predator if you would. Making it where at times they would look the other way on a few of his deeds. The fact that a new shift in power within the organization had made it to where he could do as he pleased. Only made his life simpler.

"You're late." Spat Sepi. It bothered her greatly that Oberon was content to watch her die. He seemed to have an escort with him. A tall man, with a blood stained girl wrapped tightly to his arm. She could only guess as to the possiblities they could have done. Taking great care to stand so not to irritate her now decrepit limb. "We will be having guests shortly." It took great effort to say the words, and keep a standing position. As the burn had begun its hand in adding to her torment. "Guests, you say? Here I am without a proper welcome for them. I do hope I'm properly dressed." He joked. Turning his attention towards the wolf showing its teeth to the witch. "What of your hound?"

"Don't mind it." Sepi said with little worry. "I will have no difficulties keeping it in line." She gave Faith a look of dominance. "Isn't that right wolf?" She chuckled to herself, as she took a few steps away. "Come all of you I need to sit."

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Luci had hoped that the animal that attacked her capture would be able to end the woman's life. However to her dismay she watched not only did she command the wolf to let her go, but seemed to have some sort of power over it. *Mother.... Father..... This isn't fair! What kind of God would let such a woman live?* The young girl thought as she saw the witch begin to pet the wolf. Not only was she filled with disbelief, but now three others had joined her. *Are those the people she was going to meet? Why is that one covered in blood?*

The young girl was met with another grim sight as Sepi returned into the light. As she could see the charred bones that made up her left forearm. The sight made her sick. Closing her eyes she found she could not unsee the image. If things continued like this she feared for her sanity.
 
Brendan went prone and crept closer, to a concealed spot approximately 60 yards from the gathering of supernaturals. He could now see the action. He saw Faith and Sepi along with three others. The fact that Faith was not ripping any throats out was enough to worry him. He did not have a visual on any of his teamates other than Aya. Quietly, he let out a breath, the situation looked bleak. They appeared to be outnumbered, and very likely, outgunned. He ran over the options in his head, trying to decide whether or not to pull back. The former SAS operative felt confident he could put a round through Sepi's center mass at this range, but using his weapon was a last resort. Even with the suppressor, he would probably only get one or two shots off before he was found (if they hadn't already known he was there).
 
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"I...have to agree," Nash said, hesitating. If he had to be honest, he didn't actually have any idea as to what could be bothering Asura so much, knowing so little about werewolves, including Faith. Perhaps the girl had just had her transformation triggered and run out to hunt, or maybe she was on another mission. Whatever her endeavor, the dual howls would suggest that she was successful. If anything, Nash supposed they should track her down solely to make sure she was alright, but that wasn't exactly the most agreeable course of action for him. "Maybe if something is strange, we should leave it alone?" he added.
 
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Faith had no choice but to sit, glaring at them all. Especially the vampires.
She was forced into being a werewolf and a hunter to keep her own life. So any past rivalries between vampires or werewolves would seem political in nature- except to a werewolf. Despite never really encountering a threatening vampire before, she felt her blood boil with hatred. Her fangs interlocked as she exposed her fangs, saliva and blood slipping off of her teeth and staining her fur red. The vampire smelled of death- friendly vampires or things like vampires smelled like that too, to her, but this was different. It was as if she could smell the negative charm from this vampire- or maybe it was just predator instincts since he carried himself in a odd manor. Either way, she wanted to rip him apart and strew his guts across the park like bad Christmas decorations.
Her instincts were so feral that she began slightly resisting the witche's seduction. She collapsed on the dirt, crawling, and forcing her mouth open to attempt to bite Oberon- but she didn't have the energy to complete such a task of resistance. She only made it a few inches before giving up from over exhaustion.
 
Sepi stared down at Faith, and gave a twisted smile. "Is there a problem my pet? Maybe you would like a treat?" She said as she began peering into the darkness around them. She set an icy gaze upon two figures fairly close by. One had a green glow coming from their hip, and the other had an odd feel to them. "Are those your friends my pet?" Said Sepi, looking back down at Faith. Her smile grew large as she watched the wolf's reaction. Oberon, seemed to care little that the wolf had attempted to creep closer to him, and maybe if she had the blood of her friends it could break her further. "Why don't you bring them here. I would so love to meet them. Right before I let you tear into them like you did me."

She gave a strange half laugh, while holding out her decrepit skeletal arm to Faith. In a way it was an order, so she knew Faith would have little say in the matter. *This should be enjoyable.* Sepi thought, as she lowered her arm once again. She had begun to sweat due to the continuous pain from the burn. It wpuld be something she would have to bare until she could return home. Besides if she left now it would only serve to prolong the deaths of those who wished to stop her.

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Asura gave up on searching Nash for any form of worry. "I suppose that would be best." Turning his attention towards where the howl had originated he began to take long strides. If something was amiss it would be foolish to move in with any form of fatigue. Besides the location was near by. Having another set of eyes would help their search for the meeting location that much more. He momentarily thought to call Brendon, and Ayaka to check on them, but came to the conclusion they would be able to look after themselves.

During their walk Asura took the chance to search the night air anytine there was a breeze in their direction. From time to time there had been the faint scent of blood, and multiple people. However, the breezes were too short to make any real conclusions. The one thing that did stand out was a smell of burning flesh.
 
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Brendan flipped the safety latch on his pistol to "fire". He was still unsure of who these people were and what intentions they had for Faith, but he was fairly certain it wasn't good. He had put two and two together, seeing the mangled arm Sephi extended and how tame the werewolf was acting. He glanced at the leaves and grass around the area, getting a fix on the speed and direction of any wind in the area. The sights on his pistol were zeroed at 25 yards, less than half the distance between him and his intended target. He had pulled off longer shots in similar circumstances many times before and knew the ballistic arc the rounds would take.

Before lining up, the shot Brendan pulled out a magazine filled with silver bullets. He set it next to where his hands would be while he was aiming. In his mind any ENSA operative worth their trenchcoat should carry at least one mag of silver and one of cold iron at all times, it was just common sense. His rationale for bringing them out now was just in case the werewolf turned on him. The hunter knew all too well the tragedy of losing one's will and had put down more former comrades than he cared to remember. He steeled himself, aiming the pistol at the injured witch, preparing to perform a double-tap into her center mass just waiting for a reason to pull the trigger. His mind rehersing an escape plan, hoping that all four of them were vulnerable to bullets.
 
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Faith barred her head down in resistance, but, she had no choice but to listen. Her legs had a mind of their own as she performed a vertical leap into a tree, sniffing. With a bone chilling howl, she went for the first smell she could sense- but it wasn't Brendan.
She went into a dead sprint, going across the large park in only a hundred and ten seconds or so, and located her target-
Asura.
She leaped at the fellow hunter, snarling in his face....the look in her eyes proved she didn't want to, as they were wide and filled with caution. However, she had no choice. She aimed for his wrist, intending to drag him to Sepi in hopes of not causing him to much pain but still obeying the one in control of her.
 
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The stench of flesh burning caught Nash's attention as well, growing stronger as the pair moved closer to its source. It wasn't exactly a common scent, often a sign of supernatural activity. Nash hissed softly, a sign of nerves. Maybe something was wrong after all. "What if Faith is in trouble?" he wondered aloud. "I concede that perhaps we should--"

He got no farther. A massive dark shape leaped from the shadows and charged at Asura, eyes bulging and teeth glinting. Nash let out a hoarse shout and dropped his disguise instantly, freeing his focus to aid Asura however he could. At the speed the creature was moving, he wouldn't be able to stop it with blunt force, but perhaps he could scare it away.
 
"Shit." Aya knew that the witch had seen them, and she knew that it couldn't be good. Reaching behind her, she pulled the holy water from her pack and quickly shoved it into her pocket. Seeing Faith run away from them had surprised her, until she realized she most likely went to Asura and Nash. Aya desperately wanted to run after her, to stop her from getting to them, but she didn't think she would get far with the witch and vampires around.

Aya didn't know what to do. Having never fought against a witch before, she have any idea what would work against them in a fight. She was not the least bit prepared for a fight with her, but she didn't have much choice in the matter. She clutched her prayer beads and hoped that something she could do would work.
 
Asura had heard something approaching, and had been able to place it. *Four small feat, likely paws, covering distence quickly, not easily exhausted, and coming towards us.* He did not have to see the attacker, as he could hear it. Most likely it was mistaking him for some innocent by standered. He planned to show little change in his actions. As to be able reverse the roles of attacker, and defender.

By the time Faith had reached the two he was ready. The fact she lept made his plan that much easier. Instead of throwing his arms up, Asura slid his lead foot on a forty five degree angle to his left, closed his stride gap, and spun as to face where he was. Had he honed in on the jump a second before he would not have received a claw to his left arm, and would have exited with better balance.

Staggering out of his stace his goal was to attack the jaw of the wolf with his right hand. *Break the hinge of the jaw. Restrict it's ability to fight back.* he thought as he shifted his stance quickly to return a blow to the wolf. Until he met it's eyes, and his blow stopped in it's tracks.

He could place the eyes anywhere, and the scent that followed behind was that of Faith's. Seeing this He took as quick a step back. It took a moment as he watched he land to realize what had happened. Faith had not gone for a crippling attack, or a take down. If she had he would not have been able to avoid it as easily. No she had gone for a different target. *But why? Why did she even try to attack me then?* Attempting to keep eye contact he could see the reluctance in her gaze. He might be able to evade a few more tackles, but in human form he could do little to protect himself without resorting to counter attacks. Asura would be able to do less if she attacked Nash.

He wanted to keep her focused on him as long as possible. To do that he would have to send Nash ahead. "Nash hurry on. I will catch up. Aya, and Brendan may be where she just came from." He said in a worried tone. The last thing he wanted was for anything to happen to the others.

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Sepi watched in confusion as Faith ran in the wrong direction. The spell had taken affect, and she was clearly reacting under its influences. The only reason she would have gone that way ment the number of the wolf's allies was greater then she thought. Considering that for a moment she returned her attention to the forms in the darkness. "Lord Oberon. It seems this location is no longer secure. After we deal with our guests maybe we should retire to a more desirable location." She was uneasy. She had limited information about the group. She knew there were seven in all, but did not know the talents of any save one. It would not be wise for her to act carelessly.

She did a slight bow in the direction of the one with the Green illumination coming off their hip. Sepi motioned form them to come closer with great exaggeration. She would deal with each out if she had to. Her faith in her own capabilities was more then enough for her. However the thought of someone lurking about with a gun was unsettling.

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Victoria had seen the woman not only seemingly tame Faith, but had appeared to give her an order. After which Faith had left the scene. *No... That's immpossible! No one can control a werewolf.* She thought looking after Faith. She was attempting to catch her breath when she realized the woman was staring in her direction. In her haste Victoria had not taken cover, or concealed her presence in anyway. In fact she now noticed the dagger had not been put away as to hide the light from others.

It was a mistake that now made her the center of attention. Victoria watched as the woman wave her right arm about in the air. As if signaling her to come over. *You have no one to blame except yourself.* she thought. It would be pointless to try, and leave now. As she knew she lacked the energy to run. So she took her first step toward the small group under the light. Hoping she could still use her spells if anything got out of hand.
 
I told them, I told them! Agent Brant Mason stormed through Internal Affairs, leaving headaches in his wake, a folder in hand. He had been examining the case files for the serial murders going on in London and had noticed a pattern and brought it up to the higher ups. They had brushed him off and sent him on another saving a ghost-cat from a tree mission. Now five people were dead.

Brant slapped the paperwork off of the desk he had been searching for. In the following silence his folder slapped loudly as it hit the desk. "I submitted my prediction of where the next series of murders would take place WEEKS ago, now five more people are dead! How the hell are you going to explain this?!" If anybody hadn't noticed he was upset by the telepathic waves radiating from him, they'd notice now. "There is high level ritual magic going on that I am QUALIFIED to handle and yet I'm stuck here helping ghosts cross the street!"
 
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The man looked down at the folder, while tapping his pen on the hard wood. Agent Mason had been going on, and on about going on missions for months prior. When he came to the mans desk before he thought little of it. "I told you last time." He flipped open the folder, and glanced over it. Mason had put the file in order this time, but most of it was still the same. "You are too inexperienced to risk in missions." The man flipped a few pappers over. *Murder.... Two murders.... Three murders.... Four at the clock tower this morning... The hell am I suppose to do with this crap? Ritualistic magic? This just looks like random killings.* He turned another page. *Oh, look a drawing. A pentagram? Something like that in the city is impossible. Wait.... Hecate?* He paused for a second before pushing off of his desk to a computer. Accessing the database the man found little. Mainly due to the fact he was looking in the wrong place. It took a few minutes for him to turn back to Agent Mason. "Tell you what. When Agent Victoria returns you can give this to her. Hell it's just some stupid murder case anyways. I still don't see why you are getting so worked up."

The name Hecate kept eating at him in the back of his head. *Isn't that some kind of demon?* It was not his biggest worry at the moment. He tossed the folder back to the Agent in front of him. His rude escapade had just set him back in hours worth of work. He would have to get that in order first. "If you will excuse me I have WORK to do...." He began to collect files off the floor. *Hecate....*
 
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As faith studied Asura, she kept her head low, snaking across the ground as she looked for a place to bite. Thankfully, the wolf part had slight consistency with being predictable when alone. However, being such a heavy and large animal kinda negated whatever usefulness that information could bring. She growled and continued to look for an opening before making a pounce for his wrist that she felt she could make after she lined her nose up perfectly.
At worst, he would get a really tweaked hand- unless Sepi forced her to kill him. Even then, it would be less pain than tearing out his knees like an actual wolf would have.
 
Pompous ASS...! Brant stopped his thoughts, they wouldn't help, projecting right into the Pompous Ass' head. He turned away with a grimace and snatched up the folder, tromping his way back to his own desk back in Research.

After going back to his desk Mason pulled up the info on Victoria and her team. Fuming and restless, he went outside for a smoke where he made the call. The phone rang several times but there was no answer, he left a message on the voice mail. Mason was going to call the second in command of the group but instead thought of sending a group text.


This is Agent Brant Mason of the Research branch. There is a pattern to the killings, it's part of a huge
ritual meant for Hecate. I can lead you to where I believe the next series of sacrifices will take place.
My expertise is in combating magical forces and creatures, I can help but I need help from your end to
do so. A well placed demand for a transfer aught to do it, use the fact that IA didn't use my prediction.
IA made the mistake of ignoring me and now a family is dead. Please do not make the same mistake. - Mason
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The messages were sent. All he could do now was hope they'd take him seriously despite being part of the Research division. That or he'd have to make some more noise. Mason stubbed his cigarette and went for a walk.
 
"Alright," Nash said with a nod, grateful to leave the more capable of the two to deal with the beast. Using an illusion to make his skin appear much darker for the sake of blending into the shadows better, he raced in the direction the wolf had come from, doing his best to ignore the sounds of the struggle going on behind him. He could make out an otherworldly light not too far away, and he hoped that the source of it was friendly. With luck, he would run into the others, and--

BEEP BEEP

The grating noise cut into the night air and nearly made Nash jump out of his skin. His phone! Damn it all, he'd never turned down the volume on the blasted thing! He dug into his trench coat pocket and fumbled with the device, trying to remember which of the buttons would silence it, wasting precious time in his panic.
 
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