“Cassidy!”

The command was crisp, but thunderous; the peal of a bell.

“Follow him, quickly! You can relay me directions once you catch up with him.”

The cat did as he was bid, immediately dashing after the serpentine murderer. Winona followed at a much slower pace: she kicked off her sandals and grasped then tightly in her hands, sprinting out of the shop via the shattered remains of the west wall. A crowd was gathering, closing in around Winona. She flashed furious looks at all of them as she unleashed a circle of weak heat around her. The looks on some faces were priceless, but the Strael didn’t stop to enjoy them.

They were gone. Winona couldn’t find the slightest trace of Cassidy or her demonic prey, only wisps of sooty smoke from a fleeing train. “Where are you, Cassidy?” she called shrilly in her mind.

“Busy!”

Winona stamped her bare foot on the ground beside the train-track, ignoring the fearful looks from her growing audience. “What are you looking at?” she screamed. She couldn’t bear the stares; without a cautionary thought the girl glided onto the railway and followed the track.

“The train station! I’m following him, but you need to hurry; he’s trying to leave the city.”

The girl forgot all protocol and threw herself in the air, speeding alongside the railway. The station appeared in seconds, along with a completely different part of town. This place was wealthy, regal. That monster would bring about such screams that Winona wouldn’t need Cassidy to relay information. “Where to from here?”

“Take a right, and you’ll immediately see a huge main road. He’s trying to blend in.”

The girl nodded to herself and branched off, immediately finding the enormous road. There were hundreds of shining automobiles flying up and down the street, which was flanked by two throngs of pulsating crowds. Winona put her hands over her eyes, straining for a better look. She found him immediately. Cassidy didn’t mention the pitiful job he was doing at blending in. With tremendous vigour, the girl dashed across the street, right behind the beast. She kept a low profile while she readied her spell, but the townsfolk had other ideas. With melodramatic severity scores of them let out terrified screams. The monster was doing its best to pay no heed.

The spell was ready. Strike, with enough energy to bowl the thing over three times. Winona struggled to keep it in her hands as she directed the energy, but she managed. “You!” she shouted angrily.

The beast turned round.

“Got you.” The girl unleashed the devastating spell, unbeknownst to onlookers. The creature crumpled under the strength of the spell, dropping on its knees with forced sighs. “Given up yet?” It collapsed completely as the pain pulsed through its veins. “Thought so.”

OoC: Wake up, flee, fight, end =P

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