The bodies lay scattered in the street. The Feral God Dogs Teeth is gone for now. None of his pack survives. Yet the world is not short of predators. You stand there dazed letting the adrenaline of the battle wear off. The Wizard Jack collapses as he feels the Vampire’s venom take hold. Fred the Kinetomancer clutches his forearm willing his arm to stay together. And Benjamin the sorcerer slumps to the floor with exhaustion. The Shapeshifter takes stock of her wounds, and the exorcist begins to exorcise the dead once she gets her breath back.
The sirens call out in the early evening as an ambulance approaches. This is not an ordinary ambulance, to anyone looking out of the window it looks like an ambulance, to sounds like an ambulance, but it is crewed by not your regular medical staff. Shamans dressed in ambulance uniform come out and help those who cannot walk onto trolleys and lead the walking wounded into the back of the ambulance. It seems larger than your standard emergency