He hadn't moved. I put my back against the wall to the right of the door, gun clutched two-handed, pointed at the ceiling. There were even bullets that penetrated further into a mass, which meant they'd reliably go through a body and out the other side. The werejaguar stood there through it all, nude, body going limp, the cut long healed as he watched the vampire's body torn apart.
He shook his head. This one's energy went to feed our dark goddess, but she is merciful. Is it the voodoo that I use to raise the dead? Are you nervous around the mystical arts? I don't like black magic. I didn't follow him into the room.
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