Her opponent makes an awful cry when she deflects its own fire into its face. Disabled, though, it's not in pain for long. A clean thrust through the chest silences it for good- and again that bright wisp escapes, fainter this time and just as quickly gone.

Two down. Just one more-

Then that desperate little shout is answered. A howl echoes on the wind, raw and deep and bigger sounding than the creature scurrying for cover outside. Then another, carrying above the rooftops from the opposite direction. Too close for comfort. In mere seconds shadows come running over roofs, dropping into the frigid haze that swirls through the streets. The hunt is on.