Skeezy has one die to Stamina due to his HIV infection ravaging even his undead body. Even if he succeeds both soaks, he dies. So i wont even roll.
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There was a quick scream from Skeezy as Sons bulk landed on him, a crunch of ribs was followed by the terrible bite that would end his pathetic unlife.

Son will taste diseased dead flesh and polluted blood. The small, surfer boy gone lick never stood a chance. He died facedown with the better part of his torso ripped out by Sons massive jaws.

2008-10-07 10:34:06 Tolsoy rolls 4 dice to Keep Running! 5,4,3,2 (failure)

Tolsoy had made it out the gate of the park when he realized Skeezy wasnt on his heels. He turns around to look just in time to see Skeezy get ripped in half and he immediately regrets looking...

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If you can beat Tolsoys 3 running successes in one (stamina and athletics diff 6) roll you can drag him back into the park!

2008-10-07 11:01:46 Sun-of-the-South rolls 6 dice to Heal (Diff 8) 7,7,10,7,3,8 (2 successes)

[now up to Injured -1]

There is a single moment, just before Tolsoy turns back to run, just after Son's jaws have raveged his friend, that the two lock eyes. If Tolsoy were a more intelligent, enlightened man, he probably would sit down and peacefully wait for death... because regardless of how fast he runs or how far he gets, its coming for him.

2008-10-07 10:57:10 Sun-of-the-South rolls 6 dice to Get that fucker! 5,8,3,4,8,6 (3 successes)

Sun-of-the-South springs off of the mangled corpse, rushing headlong at the one remaining foe.  

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{{Just for future reference, when in Frenzy, you automatically ignore wound penalties.}}

2008-10-08 21:06:04 Tolsoy rolls 4 dice to Run! 9,3,4,5 (1 success)
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Tolsoy, again, Bolts. A full out sprint right out into the street. Hes looking for a way out, a hiding place, anything to put beetween himself and this horror chasing him.

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Beat his success and you can roll an attack as you overtake him. But doing so will put you outside the parks protective walls or trees or whatever and there will be witnesses.

[Burn 1 Rage for extra action]

The panicked prey continues to try and escape. But their is no escape! He must catch it, this foul ape that trapped him, that beat him, that tried to kill him! Sun-of-the-South races after the terrified man.

2008-10-08 23:30:29 Sun-of-the-South rolls 6 dice to Pursue 10,5,4,5,7, 3 (2 successes)

He closes the distance quickly, bringing his glistening razor sharp claws to bare on his prey.

2008-10-08 23:39:45 Sun-of-the-South rolls 4 dice to Claw 3,3,4,7 (1 success)
2008-10-08 23:39:59 Sun-of-the-South rolls 6 dice to Damage 4,8,10,1,8, 5 (2 successes) 2 Aggravated

2008-10-08 23:40:48 Sun-of-the-South rolls 4 dice to Claw 7,7,7,7 (4 successes)
2008-10-08 23:41:05 Sun-of-the-South rolls 9 dice to Claw 1,5,5,8,2, 10,7,6,2 (3 successes) 3 Aggravated  

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Tolsoy goes down hard, Sons claws rend his dead flesh abd leave wounds of a magnitude he has never experienced. There is no hope for the thinblood in this battle.

He cries out in pain just as a few bums or late night fire escape smokers yell, retreat and begin rationalizing the fucked up sight in the street below...

2008-10-09 14:26:08 Tolsoy rolls 2 dice to Self control (Diff 7) 9,2 (1 success)

Tolsoy feels the quick flash of fight or flight from inside his dead heart. He knows if he cant get away he will die here. With no other options he will force his battered body to keep running using whats left of his trashed willpower...

(Spent wp to ignore wounds)
2008-10-09 14:27:45 Tolsoy rolls 4 dice to go bitch go! 4,3,7,7 (2 successes)

Tearing himself away from the claws and teeth he tries to put any distance beetween himself and the frothing death on his heels...

2008-10-09 18:09:36 Sun-of-the-South rolls 6 dice to You ain't goin nowhere! 2,8,9,2,8,9 (4 successes)

Try as he might, the poor fool is not nearly as fast as Son. The enraged beast opens his deadly jaws, striking at Tolsoy's leg.

2008-10-09 18:16:22 Sun-of-the-South rolls 4 dice to Bite leg; +1 diff limb shop, -1 diff Rat Totem (Diff 5) 2,6,7,1 (1 success)
2008-10-09 18:18:34 Sun-of-the-South rolls 6 dice to Damage 5,10,6,4,4, 2 (2 successes)  

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Seven aggravated Damage. Tolsoy is at Incapacitated, one more damage of any type will send him to his final death.
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Its done, the damage is too much. As Sons mighty jaws clamp down on Tolsoys leg and he goes down again he gives up. His beast leaves him, all the pain stops and he is just floating. His dead body falling into the fragile catatonic state known as torpor.

He is a ragdoll completely at Sons mercy.

Sun-of-the-South stands proudly over his fallen prey. Sickly smelling blood coats his claws and snout. He holds his mighty talons upon high, presenting them to the gods. He bellows out a victorious howl to Luna from deep within his form. It is a long cry, filled with anger and grief and, finally, triumph. As the declaration of conquest subsides, Son feels his blinding rage fade away. He becomes aware of his quickly mending wounds and the gore coating his fur. He peers down at the fallen, mangled body beneath him.

2008-10-15 17:51:49 Sun-of-the-South rolls 5 dice to Perception+Occult (Diff 8) 8,5,7,8,3 (2 successes)

He spits in the dust, wishing he could get the foul taste from his mouth. This blood is definitely not human blood... it was too sour... too something... He could not tell, but he new that it was vile. He was not sure what breed of wyrmspawn lay beneath him, but he knew it was dead.

[Spend 1 Gnosis]

Quickly producing a stream of urine, Son soaks the mangled corpse of his fallen foe. Death does not stop everything, and even if it did, the creature most likely has allies. If he is lucky, he will be led straight to their hive.

But that was business for another night. Sun-of-the-South makes haste from the scene of battle. Once out of sight, he reverts to his breed form and quickly heads for home.

He has much to do before sun rise.  

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When the memory shattering horror that is Sons battle-form retreats people will once again get curious. Bystanders who saw the attack will call police to report a mauling. It must be another one of those gypsy bears like the one from the subway, they did see that on the news after all.

Whats left of skeezy and Tolsoy will be cleaned up. SKeezy is badly decomposed, elading authorities to believe he'd been there for a while...

Tolsoy is broken and torn, but only in a deep torpor, both will be taken to the morgue.