Neil cut the arm of a beastman, who instantly redirected its swipe in a backhand strike. Neil ducked, three hairs on his head were singed, bringing an acrid smell to the air. Neil buried his knife into the thing's abdomen, and though the act gutted it, the knife began to melt from the liquid flame running along its blade. Neil let it go before it harmed him and rolled away as the beastman fell to its knees, wheezing until it vomited up what looked to be putrid, bio-organic magma. Once he completed the roll, he uneasily got to his feet and took the gun back from Emmaline. "Thanks babe." 

"Ok now, do your thing." She said, raising her hands toward him vaguely. 

"My thing?" 

"Yeah, the thing you were wanting to do with the silver bullet. Do it." 

Neil held the gun up, shaking it. "Oh no, we should run. The silver bullet is in case we get caught in something and I want one to go down permanently."

"Oh," She said simply. They took one another's hand and sprinted away. Behind them, the Witch Hunter was dragged away by two halberdiers as the rest swarmed in, piercing the beastmen's flaming hides, butchering the main force slowly and methodically as only veteran soldiers could. Even still, dozens upon dozens of citizens littered the streets, mutilated and burned, and the beastmen moved with a brace that belied their savagery. More than a few dodged and slid their way through the guardsmen ranks and the outlying buildings. 

Three followed Neil and Emmaline, seeing them as easy sport. One was unarmed, preferring to use its claws and fiery aura to slay its prey. The other two wielded swords that seemed strangely icy in quality compared to their wielders. They tried to remain quiet as they pursued, but their hoots and grunts were easily heard by the two crafty thieve, Neil turning the corner into a slim alley, thrown in disarray by overturned crates and broken wood from some previous altercation. 

Neil pulled Emmaline along for twenty paces, hearing the beastmen hit the wall and bounce off it in animalistic pursuit. 

"Neil!" She cried just as he spun around, leveling his pistol until his arm was parallel to the ground, steady. The monsters raced preternaturally fast, closing the distance quickly. Too quickly. But Neil simply waited the three breathes he needed to before he pulled the trigger, and the silver bullet punched through the lead one's sternum, cutting into the neck of the second one, before burying itself within the last, eating it from the inside out. They each breathed hoarsely and fell, one after the other until all lay on the ground, alighting the kindling of the alleyway in smoke and cinders.