>>5839161>>5839167>>5839432The tension between the silver spirit and the Uratha swelled like a storm cloud about to burst. The werewolves' remarks, dripping with contempt and impatience, cut through the night air.
"Get out of here, you can't do shit," the toughest-looking one among them sneered, its voice laced with disdain.
In a flash of ethereal rage, the silver spirit transformed, its form morphing into a whirlwind of deadly elegance. Silver-bladed arms extended, striking with the precision of a guillotine. The blade sunk into the flesh of the taunting werewolf, eliciting a guttural howl of agony. The sound reverberated through the workshop, a symphony of pain and shock. Agony wracked the werewolf's body, his form writhing as the silver inflicted wounds that oozed both blood and a deeper, more existential suffering.
His packmates stood frozen, their eyes wide with horror, witnessing the severity of the spirit's wrath. In a desperate bid for preservation, another one, a woman, stammered an offer, her voice quivering with fear.
"We'll leave, just... no more violence."
The spirit, its blades still glistening with the werewolf's blood, hovered in indecision. The air was thick with the scent of fear and the possibility of further bloodshed.
Starting options for the players:
1) Seize the moment to attack the distracted werewolves.
2) Use Control Spirit to get this thing to keep wrecking these dogs
3) Keep listening
4) Intervene to stop the violence
