**author's note**
This is the second story I'm writing about this little character of mine. For those of you that haven't read my fist one, do it. This is also only the second story I have *ever* written, so I hope it's not that bad. Please, I love to hear comments/criticism/or whatever so leave a review.
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Chapter 1
Another fomor fell to the ground, dead. Night Eye wiped off his klaive and looked around. Explosions rocked the ground, and gunfire ripped through the air. Frost came charging up beside him, "Come on! We have to break through their front!" They charged off into the undergrowth, taking a Black Spiral Dancer by surprise. Between the two of them they quickly dispatched it. Frost helped a young Garou to his feet, who had nearly been killed by the Dancer. They continued to charge forward, into the assaulting Pentex troops. A bullet took Night Eye in his side, he grunted, but didn't slow.
What had started as a routine patrol had quickly escalated into a full-scale battle. Reinforcements were arriving from both sides, and it was hard to tell who was winning. "Where's Brik?" Night Eye shouted.
"Over there somewhere." Frost waved his hand off to the left. "He's helping to take out the artillery they brought in." An explosion tore a massive tree down, which came crashing to the ground in front of them. They both leapt over it and continued running. A First Team came into view, bearing down on two badly wounded Garou. Night Eye and Frost attacked, diving into them, klaives and claws flashing. One wielded a flamethrower, which he turned on Frost. With a quick flick of his klaive, Night Eye removed his arm. The fomor fell to the ground clutching at his bloody stump, and Night Eye removed his head. He spun around and disemboweled another as Frost finished off the other two.
Suddenly Schrenko came crashing through the jungle. "Hey!" He waved at Frost and Night Eye. "Get your lazy asses over here! There's more on the way!" Frost grinned and ran to him, Night Eye looked to the other Garou.
"You going to be alright?"
The picked themselves up, bleeding from several wounds, "I think so." One of them said. "They beat us up pretty bad."
"Just hang tight." Night Eye said, and ran up to where Schrenko was standing. Again they ran deeper into the underbrush of the jungle. Soon they were beset by a pack of Dancers, ambushing them from the trees. Night Eye fell as two landed on top of him. He wrestled with the slavering wolves for a minute before finally getting to his feet. One bit deeply onto his shoulder, the other latched onto his back. Night Eye grabbed the one Dancer by the face, and yanked him off, taking a large piece of flesh off in the process. He hurled it against the base of a tree, tried to pry the one from his back. The Dancer used its hind talons to rip at his sides. Night Eye howled and reached over his shoulder and grabbed the Dancer's head. He began to squeeze, digging his talons into its skull. He felt the bone begin to crack, the Dancer howled, and released his grip. Night Eye let it drop to the ground, and he turned and smashed it on the head with the hilt of his klaive. There was a sickening crunch, the Dancer's eyes rolled back into its head and it dropped to the ground, blood running from its nose and mouth.
Night Eye turned around, Schrenko and Frost had already dispatched their attackers, and were heading toward the rest of the fighting. Night Eye ran off to catch up with them.
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A couple hours later the fighting was over. Both sides had retreated from the battlefield. Frost, Night Eye, Schrenko, Brik, and Autumn had met up back at the caern and while they sat around a small fire, Autumn tended to wounded. Schrenko leaned back, and stretched. "Nothing like a good brawl with some wyrmspawn."
Night Eye looked at him, "You were lucky I was there to save your furry, white ass there at the end, Schrenko. They almost had you."
"Bah." Schrenko waved him off. "I was just giving them a chance. Pentex doesn't know what their up against."
Frost smirked, "Sure, keep telling yourself that."
Night Eye stood, picking his great klaive off the ground. He laid it across his shoulder, "I'm going to see if Autumn needs any help."
"Bring me some food while you're at it." Schrenko called after him.
Night Eye walked along looking for Autumn. The caern was quiet, most of the Garou resting after the skirmish. He strolled along, and soon found her, patching up one of the younger Ahrouns. "Need anything?" He asked.
She sighed and stood up. "Not really, I'm just about finished." She walked over to him. "How's Schrenko?"
"He won't admit to anything, which is usual for him, so it's probably safe to assume he's fine."
"True. How's your shoulder?" Night Eye pulled back his shirt so she could see. "Doing better, that Dancer's bile was very poisonous."
"I'll be fine by tomorrow." As they started walking back to where the others were seated, a young, white furred Garou approached them.
"Are you the one they call Night Eye?" He asked.
Night Eye looked up at the Crinos wolf. "I am. Who wants to know?"
"You are a hard one to track down. My name is Aaron Pure-Claw, Ahroun of the Children of Gaia. I come from the Sept of the Broken Water."
"That's my home Sept, do you bring news?"
"Yes, your presence is requested there immediately. Sergeiv Summer-Howl is dead, and there is some conflict as to who will be his successor."