Kazuo sprinted after Amélie and ran through the debris-strewn streets, ducking behind overturned cars and crumbling walls. The clamor of battle surrounded him, yet he remained focused on Amélie's fading form.
He made sharp turns, following her path while soldiers and mechs engaged in firefights with werewolves all around him. Kazuo pressed himself against walls and dove behind cover when the danger came too close, but he never lost sight of his target.
A pang of guilt hit him as he thought of Gwen, left alone to face the horde. But he pushed it aside. She was a vampire after all. She could handle herself.
Kazuo vaulted over a fallen lamppost, narrowly avoiding a stray bullet as he was gaining on Amélie with her figure growing larger in his vision. Just as he thought he might catch her, a mech stomped into view having its massive gun trained on a pack of werewolves.
