Had the APC been driven by anyone other than Katana, real name Yuki, the vehicle might have stopped to save the two women. But Yuki was a cruel woman elected not only for her absolute loyalty to the family but for the black heart that made her capable of anything and everything. The forest was on fire, the entire thing, and it was filled with ghouls; when they should have been gasping for air and weeping with panic they hailed the carrier with casual ease. Well Yuki was no fool and where Gever’s aim had been off Yuki’s was not.

One twist of the wheel and the APC rolled over both women with a wet crunch before driving on.

Miles away Satori was advancing ever so slowly on the Pater, taking note of the way that the beast started rooting through his chest, and smiled. So maybe Eleanor wasn’t as bad a shot as she had let on. Still the Primeval was nine feet tall, far larger than it had been while squaring off with Nergal, and had a lot of meat for any projectile to work through before striking vitals; if the Primeval had vitals to speak of beyond its rotten brain and wretched heart.

Still an opening was an opening and Satori was getting tired of waiting.

With a flick of her free wrist a bolt of shadow leapt from her left sleaze at untraceable speeds. And a bolt it was or perhaps a supersized railroad spike long as her forearm and just as thick flew the distance and aimed to nail the Pater’s pseudo-hand to its chest. The way it solidified into a glistening black stone along the way would give the impact a nice weight to it that would hopefully topple the risen beast. The distance between them was short, originally fifteen feet before her silent advance, but the Primeval had shown a tendency to react nigh instantly and for that Satori had another trick. Her command over the darkness was such that she could nudge the construct in any given direction, should the beast seek a simple dodge the spike would curve, meaning he either needed to commit to a dramatic dodge or block.

All the while Satori choked up on the warhammer with her right hand, the heat glowing red in preparation for what was to come.