"The Garou must be almost extinct," Banicki says, "if they've sent a pup who doesn't know anything about the world. The dead don't come back, boy. I know that. I didn't enter into this agreement out of insane grief. I bring Jasper back into the world by perfecting his work. Jasper Lee Heaney was the greatest worker in leather and flesh that the world has ever known, and the Garou treated him like a slave, then killed him like a dog. He lives now through my mastery of his art. Through my creations, which I have spread far and wide. But I come here whenever I have the time, to love Jasper in my own way."
The fomor leans over the corpse and places his huge, crooked lips against the dead man's mouth. He parts the teeth and draws out the purple tongue, kissing passionately, then bites messily through it. Then he lunges and spits, hitting you in the face with the corpse-tongue. As you stumble back, the silver scalpel whistles through the air toward your neck.
I roll away from the scalpel and transform…
I'm not fighting this brute in a dark and crowded tomb—I flee as fast as I can and force Banicki to follow me.
I stay calm, grab the dead guy, and use him for cover, daring Banicki to smash his boyfriend. Not my proudest moment, but I can't fight in this cramped space.
I grab one of those stone axes and lay into the fomor with all my power and ferocity, hacking him to pieces.
I grab the nearest sharp tool as fast as I can and fling it at Banicki's head.
First, I shift into my glabro form and regenerate.
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