When the humans boiled, out, Tony decided that the situation was screwed and they better hit while the chaos was happening. But he told Autumn first, "Shieldmaiden and I are hitting the front door. Tell the others that the plan is hosed, do whatever they can."

He added, even as he pulled off the jump suit, going down to shirts and a wifebeater, "Incidentally, you might want to tell your hunter to go easy on the silver. I'm the only lycan in this bitch and if he shoots me, he might not be able to escape, because the vampires are going to get him after he gets me. There's an AK in the van, lever down all the way for rock n' roll because the thralls are packing. Short, controlled bursts, you got it?"

He didn't like leaving his back to a hunter. Not at all. And he didn't like it. Not one little bit.

It was funny that Rivike managed to create a stir all of her own as she got to Parael first, but while they focused in on her, Tony made his way into the club, stiff-arming and pushing his way past panicking mortals while yelling, "Terrorist attack! Chechens are on a rampage!" in a spin that the Court would have appreciated back in the day -- with all the fucking Russian types running around, that made total sense, especially after the Boston Marathon bombings.

But once it was down to vampires and thralls, the latter of who couldn't smell a lycan, he changed is tactics; the thing was, the thralls weren't sure what the hell was going on, so they were confused and it was easy to slip past them. But as soon as he pushed into the vampire club behind the restaurant. 

When he finally did encounter a vamp, snarling obscenely and not even realizing that he wasn't some vamper out for the happy juice out of a Celestial, he yelled, "GET PARAEL OUT NOW!" and he shifted rapidly and brutally, prying two sets of fingers into the vamp's head, and tearing off the jaw in one brutal motion.

It got pretty chaotic from there on out. Once in man-beast, he ran on a great deal more instinct than intellect in this form, and it was hard to necessarily distinguish friend from foe when the hormones were flowing the way he did, as the thrill of killing and struggle overtook him. A vampire could certainly relate, but that was perhaps why Lycans and vampires detested each other so. Most of them had, perhaps, dealt with the wolves before, but never quite so close quarter -- when the celestial blood entered the place, the vampires got sloppy in the throes of their great thirst and desire, and the thralls were, quite frankly, not the first line of defense in these situations anyway. 

Still, it wasn't quite so easy as just ripping a couple thralls. The next vampire fought fast too, striking, using a table leg as an improvised weapon, bringing its muscle and speed into play. It was true that a lycanthrope was a nasty customer for a vampire, and probably the match for a couple in a toe to toe fight, and it was also true that Tony, possibly the only big cat running around town, was actually a good bit scarier than even some of the wolves, probably was good for a couple more. 

But there must have been fifty or so vampires in the room. Even more thralls. That was just too much, especially if they did recover their wits and start organizing.