You lunge at the scar-faced officer, raking with your claws and leaving deep red furrows in her flesh; she screams in surprise and pain, whirling to face you. Before you can attack again, she pulls her rifle up and fires without waiting to aim. Two rounds bury themselves in the asphalt at your feet, spraying up chips of rock, while the third hits you in the torso causing you to fall back on unsteady legs.
A wave of pain sweeps over you, your vision momentarily filled with stars. You try to find something to hide behind before the kill-shot comes, but you're out in the open. You slash blindly, a lucky claw catching ahold of Scar-face's rifle, ripping it out of her hands and sending it flying to the ground before the huddled wolves.
"Down!" comes a shout from behind, and you duck instinctively, rolling away from the soldier. Two shots rip through the air, loud enough to cause a ringing in your sensitive ears. It takes a few seconds for your vision to clear, but when it does, you see Tiva, standing over the corpse of the scar-faced officer, two gleaming handguns held at arm's length, one in each curled fist. Where did she get those? Your mind reels, trying to make sense of everything happening around you. She must have found the guns when we were exploring on the other side of the bridge!
The other three soldiers are backing up, brandishing their rifles as Tiva and the emboldened wolves come at them. You give yourself a shake and stalk toward them from another angle, leaving only one escape route: back to human territory.
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