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[And run it does. The second coeurl, knowing it's been outmatched, takes off with its tail between its legs; its brother stumbles close behind, trailing blood here and there on the dirt.

Lilith, halfway to pulling a slightly worse for wear revolver out of her pack, blinks. She has no idea what Kit is, but watching one weird thing get the thrashing of its life from a bigger, weirder thing is enough to leave her dumbfounded. She picks her jaw up off the floor in time to blurt out--]

Thanks. [unless, of course, this new creature's going to try to eat her instead. Good thing she found the other gun, at least?]