Tiger shoved his right hand against Charles' breastbone and pushed him back against his retainers. Claws thirty-five centimeters long shot from Charles’ hands as his arms convulsed, but the shotgun held him at bay. Like a cobra watching a mongoose, Charles stared at Tiger, then let a derisive smile crack his face. "Ha! I get it now! You two wanted to impress Raven and join his group, but he blew you off!" He turned to the others, then raised his voice as they moved off into the din of the crowd. "Hey, everyone, have you heard about the two Halloweeners who thought they were good enough to join Raven’s group? They got shot down!"