A Wolf Is Hit By A Van

Featured Characters: Glory, Silver, Seamus, Lord Grey, ALN

Immediately follows A Tiny Alliance Discusses A Bladed Wolf

At that moment, Glory's van then exploded out of the ground in a blast of dirt and trash, right beneath Silver's silver-bladed hound form. She was sent flying in the air, and then crashing back onto the ground, as Glory's van settled itself horizontally into the backyard. Glory opened her driver's seat window, and looked out to see Silver, still groaning in pain from being hit by her van rising up from the Warrens.

"Shit," Glory said, eyes wide. "Sorry. I thought you were more to the right. The navigation system is still a work in progress."

And there went all the work Silver had put into her Glamour. When Glory had first come out of the ground, Silver had been vaguely humanoid, typing on her phone... now there was a large, car-sized sword-wolf whirling and snarling at the van.

Her phone went flying

Glory slowly rolled her window back up, and began to put the van into reverse.

**A Lonely Necromancer:** Well, the next question to that solution is if the entrance is large enough as well.

**GLORIOUS LORD OF BRILLIANT SHINE:** Oops

I just hit Silver with the van

Gonna be right back

Oh shit

**A Lonely Necromancer:** I am ashamed that I can recall a similar experience.

Silver lunged straight for the van with a blood-curdling, murderous snarl, very, very clearly with murderous intent.

Glory put the van full speed into reverse, crashing through the fence... and the neighbors fence... and the other neighbor's fence... and the other neighbor's fence... and so on.

Silver leaped, grabbing onto the front and digging her claws into it to drag herself up. Glory has the distinct impression that if this were anything other than her demesne she'd have clawed straight through into the engine; as it was she left superficial scratches. She snarled again, murderous, and attempted to stab straight through.

The demesne had successfully stood up to a rocket launcher. Silver's blades, sharp and designed for goblin murder as they were, weren't getting through. This seemed to make her angrier.

Glory swerved the van, getting herself out of Silver's grip for a moment, and back on the road. She rushed the van down the street, with Silver still hot on her trail.

Silver fell off with a scrape of murdered metal, and she actually howled, an ear-shattering declaration of anger.

She threw herself forward from there.

**Lordgreyii:** You are just filled with bad ideas, aren't you?

**Warded Warmage:** ...

I sometimes wonder why I associate with you people

**Lordgreyii:** I've had cause to think the same of certain members of OMO.

**GLORIOUS LORD OF BRILLIANT SHINE:** Well, Silver is currently chasing me down again

**Lordgreyii:** Yes, and with any luck, she will catch you.

**A Lonely Necromancer:** You two remind me of a bickering couple

Though with the death threats maybe being literal in this situation.

**Warded Warmage:** Grey, if we had what you have of Silver, this could be resolved much easier.

**Warded Warmage:** Remember that conversation we had? My priorities, my intentions?

**Lordgreyii:** Easier, mayhaps, but not to an appreciable extent. Silver would still require the exact same things as before.

**Warded Warmage:** Shit.

**Lordgreyii:** Silver did not weave *that* much of her Self into my creation.

**Warded Warmage:** And the only other reserve of the stuff I know of is her mother's.

Can't be *simple*, can it. Has to revolve around people's interpersonal nonsense.

**Lordgreyii:** It is quite possibly too late to reverse it now. I fear that the hope may have been lost when the Goblin Practitioner hit Silver with multiple tons of magically infused metal.

**A Lonely Necromancer:** And it seems she has...strong opinions from what I can see.

Shame. I never did get around to creating a coffin or casket for Silver.

**Lordgreyii:** Well, perhaps Silver will manage to kill the Goblin Practitioner.

**Warded Warmage:** And that would help how?

Silver probably wasn't actually up to catching up to the van. Made of literal metal that she was, some part of her was still exhausted, in every element of her that existed. She was running on something resembling adrenaline right now, but that probably had a limit.

Probably.

Of course, if Silver couldn't catch Glory... She'd been talking earlier about wanting to kill people.

Granted, she'd said it wouldn't help. But she clearly wasn't thinking very straight.

**GLORIOUS LORD OF BRILLIANT SHINE:** Still Alive!

She's still chasing me!

**Warded Warmage:** What do you need.

**Lordgreyii:** The Goblin Practitioner would be dead and a lot less capable of making terrible decisions.

**A Lonely Necromancer:** Would it be best to simply leave Silver alone? From what I can discern, most options available seem to make the situation worse.

**Warded Warmage:** We have an exceeding simple plan to make things better

**GLORIOUS LORD OF BRILLIANT SHINE:** I'm not sure if I could lead along all the way back to Landis's place

**Warded Warmage:** And yet, it has been FUCKED UP

**GLORIOUS LORD OF BRILLIANT SHINE:** It is pretty near the center of the city

**Warded Warmage:** Well, where can you get her?

**A Lonely Necromancer:** Is it currently rush hour?

**GLORIOUS LORD OF BRILLIANT SHINE:** I can try to lead back into the Warrens hole I just dug.

**A Lonely Necromancer:** What about the Spirit World? It's clearer than the Warrens.

**GLORIOUS LORD OF BRILLIANT SHINE:** I don't know how to get into the Spirit World

I never even been in the Spirit World before

**Warded Warmage:** If you get her into the Warrens, what then?

**GLORIOUS LORD OF BRILLIANT SHINE:** She chases me all the way back to Landis's place?

I would have the advantage in the Warrens

**Warded Warmage:** Where, approximately, are you in mundane reality.

Glory yelled throughout the van for the goblins to find something to help in their situation. Most of them came up to her with nothing more weapons and bombs, which she all rejected. Glory began to start thinking of a riskier plan of what to do, when one of the younger, smaller goblins came up with something interesting. Silver's material's bag. What was that doing just lying in her van? Regardless, it was something she can use. Hopefully.

Glory handed the wheel off to another goblin, squealing in delight, and searched through Silver's surprisingly deep bag. Most of these things she didn't recognize, at all, and didn't have labels on them; except for a few things. A number of different-colored bottles in the bag were labeled. Jubiliation, Fear, Courage, Horror, Sorrow and so on. That could work, she gathered each of these bottle up in another bag, and hurried to the back of the van.

She flung open the back doors of the van, where Silver was still chasing after them, close enough that she could look right in her eyes. Carefully, Glory searched through the emotions at hand...

When the van suddenly hit a bump. Glory lost her grip on the bag, and she watched as it flew through the air. Some of the goblins near her could grab a couple of bottles, but a look of horror as the dozens of bottled emotions broke and splashed all over Silver.

Frankly, if Glory wanted her confused, this had certainly done it. The sudden smashing of dozens of emotions, contrasting and blending, did make Silver stop in her tracks.

Whether that was a good thing was up for debate.

Silver howled, again, an agonised screech of blades as she collapsed in the street.

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