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[center][sub][i][b]In the name of the Moon, I shall punish you![/b][/i][/sub][/center] [hr]

[b]New York by Night,
The Time of the Hunt[/b]

Marc Spector was a religious man, though he'd turned his back on his father's God long before he had come of age as a man and walked out on his father shortly thereafter. True, he'd once been a murderer and a mercenary and about as godless as any man could hope to be. But much like one famous, murdering forefather of his he had fled persecution in Egypt and found himself alone in the desert and like that forefather he had made a Covenant with a long forgotten God.

So knowing all that, was it any surprise that he had returned to his homeland bringing plague and punishment to the wicked in order to set his people free?

Normally the targets of his divine punishments were petty criminals or the occasional super-villain but tonight under the divine glow of his Lord's lunar eye, he sought out a different sort of adversary entirely. A vision from his god had shown him what his own detective work had recently confirmed, that a monster stalked the streets of New York City wrapped in human skin, preying on the innocent and the lost to sate its own gluttony and blood-lust. Those who traveled by night were under his deity's aegis, so such a creature would have to be stopped by any means necessary. He knew where to find the target tonight based on the pattern of its previous attacks and from the looks of things it was definitely a creature of habit. 

Because as the Moon Knight arrived on the scene the monster had already cornered a young woman. She was almost a stereotype with her blonde haired, blue-eyed American girl look. She was pale, pretty and wide-eyed and from the looks of things she was about to let loose the sort of scream you could hear from the rooftops. The beast of a thing eyed her with a feral look despite his human face, teeth bared almost like a grin, arms outstretched toward her and moving forward in a lunge that would close the gap between them and make a victim out of her. Well, it would have except that she had suddenly pulled a TASER from her purse. The wired darts found flesh in a burst of air before dropping her assailant like a landed fish, complete with twitching about from electrically induced full-body spasms. The woman grinned at her would-be assailant's misfortune as prey became predator in a matter of seconds.

All according to plan.

Moon Knight descended to the street on silent cloth wings to survey the results of their planned ambush, giving the woman a nod of acknowledgement as he did.

[color=Silver][b]"Good work Marlene, you played your part excellently, that monster won't escape judgement tonight. Now we just have to-"[/b][/color]

The Lunar Legionnaire froze suddenly, noticing an odd shift in his downed quarry's movements that was more controlled and deliberate than the electricity should have allowed. With it came a sudden sense of recognition and danger, as the moonlight from above seemed to fill the alleyway a little brighter.  

"Moon Knight? What is it? Are you sure I shouldn't have brought my Magnum, because this sicko-"

[color=Silver][b]"Marlene, run!"[/b][/color]

"But-"

[color=Silver][b]"RUN!"[/b][/color]

As Marlene darted past the two of them, the predatory man's form began to change, his skin rippling like an ocean wave as bones crackled and groaned, teeth elongating and muscles bulging to the point that his clothes were torn to pieces though bare skin was quickly covered up by a hide of dense fur and groans of pain faded into a truly bestial growl. It took only moments, but where once there was a human being there crouched something instead more wolf than man. Only then did Moon Knight truly realize that his vision was no hyperbole, no clever metaphor on part of his god. This was a true monster clothed in human skin, a werewolf who had murdered his victims not with knives and rage but with tooth and claw. A now empty syringe dropped to the pavement with a clink of plastic, but there was no doubt in the Crescent Crusader's mind of this abomination's mystical link to the moon above.

[color=Silver][b]"Anthony Lupus, the cries of those you have killed have been heard, the Judgement of Khonshu awaits you!"[/b][/color] 

If the creature that was once Lupus heard, he does not care. He lunged at Moon Knight, impossibly fast, claws aiming to disembowel the Fist of Khonshu. His swiping claws merely shrieked and sparked against Carbonadium armor, but the force of the impact still bowled Moon Knight over, giving the werewolf time to leap onto him and snap at him with slavering jaws. A truncheon came up in Moon Knight's hand to hold him at bay as he rolled with the pounce, kicking the lycanthrope off of himself with the aid of the beast's own momentum. Crescent blades whirred through the air from Moon Knight's hands only for the wounds they cut into the creature to heal with about as much speed and effect as if he'd struck water. Lupus closed with him again in a rush but this time Moon Knight was ready, catching the monster with a right cross that resulted in a howl of pain and a sudden burst of silver flame around his fist. For a man who regularly communed with an ancient Egyptian moon god, plating cestuses in sacred silver was just a reasonable precaution.

Moon Knight ducked low under the werewolf's reach and began weaving back and forth in a slight figure eight in and out of the lycanthrope's blindsides, his rhythm building speed and power while allowing him to dodge the few untrained strikes the wolfman attempted. Before long he began unleashing a rapid fire storm of hooks from both left and right in time with his swaying, pummeling Lupus with a barrage of silver-coated punches that lit the night like a strobe light. Before long his savage opponent was burnt, battered and whimpering, swaying on his clawed feet. When the knockout punch came, it was a mercy for the poor creature. It wasn't the most artful display of martial skill, but the vigilante cared more about making it [i]hurt.[/i]

With Anthony Lupus unconscious and slowly shifting back to human form at his feet, Moon Knight knelt down to retrieve the dropped syringe. Though he had brought Khonshu's judgement to one killer, his crusade this night was far from over. After all there was always a bigger fish and Moon Knight was certain that this one would be very big indeed. 

Because someone in New York was making werewolves.