>Well if they wanted to kill you, its a deserted street so they would have tried already. Walk around a corner and wait for them to catch up. Get this confrontation over with so you can get back in where its warm.
You figure that if they were here to kill you they would've made the jump by now. Rounding the corner into the closest alley, you wait, your senses straining to hear muffled footsteps approach at an even, patient pace. You almost want to yell at them to hurry it up.
Eventually, a figure comes into view, a taller, slightly lankier wolf in jorts and a rolled up button up that's just barely doing its job. He stops once he sees you in the corner of his eye, paws pivoting as he turns to face you. You don't see.. full recognition in his eyes... but he seems to know something.
You frown under the mask, it's unmistakable that this is one of the Bites. But how would he know of you or even to follow...
"Hey," he drawls out, voice surprisingly young, almost teenage-like, "You got a smoke?"
You blink at him. He slouches as he stares at you with an odd air. He couldn't have seen you at the party. They would've barred him from entry. A coincidence? Couldn't be...
The gears turn. You realize you're taking too long to respond, the fatigue starting to catch up. You shrug your shoulders, feeling the weight of Eiko's gun from the pull of your jacket, trying to figure his angle, "Yeah, here."
You reach into your pocket for the smokes.
>Dooodge!
A claw lashes through the air. You backstep quickly, the wild swipe missing your chest but tears at your jacket, fabric straining then ribboning. A heavy ring shatters the air from Eiko's gun landing and skidding, your inventory cards flying out after and scattering across the alley floor.
Your blood runs hot at the sight. Murderous.
The wolf reels back, quickly creating distance. "Whew, real fast cat," his head turns this way and that at the floor in confusion, "The fuck, did you rob magician?"
You don't respond, stancing up, your fists tight as you hold them in front of you.
He takes another step back, eyes narrowing at the gun then back to you. "That's one of ours," his ears fold back with a snarl, "What else did you take?"
You grit your teeth, "What's your goddamn problem?"
He shifts his weight. "You smell like a wolf, but you ain't a wolf. And I've never seen you around before. You get me?"
A real shoot first asshole here. You almost laugh. "You ever heard of friends?"
His arm stretches out, cutting off the exit, "You're no friend of mine. Give me what you got."
Your knife sheathed to your left arm waits for your hand. The spell cards in your left side are also untouched. Eiko's gun's across the floor. The only card face up is the ring.
What do you aim for?