If you survive to write your memoirs, you probably won't include this. You grab Jasper Heaney's corpse just as Banicki lunges for you with his scalpel, and the fomor hesitates, wheezing.
But his hatred of Garou seems to outweigh his love of the man whose tongue he just bit off. Banicki roars and knocks the corpse out of your hands, then bull rushes you, driving you all the way out through the doorway into daylight. The two of you tumble down the slope, punching and slashing. Your blows are mostly useless, but his silver scalpel rips open your flank, blinding you with pain. Silver may not burn in your homid form, but getting stabbed hurts like hell as a frail human. You both slam into a standing stone and fly apart, Banicki landing in the mud and you skidding along the reddish grass until you stop, bleeding and dazed, among a tangle of vines. You regain your feet, clutching your side as blood pours from the unhealing wound.
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