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Bunkerkampf (Mortuus Orbis Part Two)	By : Sparrow & InBrightestDay Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > Crossovers Views: 1831 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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It was clear that Johnny didn’t know exactly what Satsuki was doing. None of the newcomers had seen her truly wear Junketsu before. Nonetheless, everyone seemed to have some vague sense of what was about to happen. In her peripheral vision, Satsuki saw Spinneret draw a sharp breath, muscles tensing. Vi’s eyes narrowed, her head tilting slightly.
And for the first time since he had started this little rebellion of his, Johnny Silverhand lost the sense of confidence, and stopped playing his music. Satsuki knew he couldn’t possibly know what a kamui was, but for just a second, he looked genuinely afraid, watching her hand rise to the cuff as if she were reaching for a gun. He was wrong, of course.
Junketsu was more lethal than any firearm.
Satsuki’s fingertips were just brushing the metal when the voices became audible from down the hall.
“Everybody STOP!” Chun-Li called out, and in spite of everything happening, Satsuki actually did, just long enough to look at the arriving group: Chun-Li and Isabeau supporting, or dragging, April and Erzsebet.
“The fuck…?” Johnny said. Satsuki didn’t respond, instead taking a step toward the new arrivals. As the distance closed, it rapidly became apparent that something very serious had happened. April was bleeding, from one of her hands as well as from a nasty-looking leg wound. Why wouldn’t they have stopped to treat that?
“What’s going on here?” the heiress demanded.
“This whole confrontation is baseless!” Isabeau said, coming forward. “We’ve had the wrong suspect this entire time.” Satsuki tilted her head.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“She means Doctor Báthory’s a fucking Nazi!” April nearly shouted, her voice shaking. Satsuki looked back and forth, looking at Isabeau and Chun-Li, and she could see nothing in their faces that led her to believe this was some sort of lie.
She shook her head. This was all so… it was happening so fast, she was still having trouble processing it. She looked back at Isabeau.
“This is a serious accusation to make,” she said. “I assume you have evidence?”
“Yeah,” hissed April, and with her bleeding hand pulled open the shredded front of her jumpsuit.
Satsuki heard Mary Jane make a short, sharp scream of horror at the gruesome sight of April’s bare torso and pelvis. Johnny swore, and McCoy darted forwards as if to try and help April, though she pushed him off.
“I could tell something was up,” April said, in a voice made raspy by pain. “So I went digging. Found her little box of Nazi crap. Then she found me.”
“She did this to you?” Satsuki’s voice was hard as iron. April nodded weakly.
“She was going to kill me. So I said there were other people who knew about what I was doing. She tried to get me to tell her who they were…” She trailed off, the effort of speaking seemingly too much for her now. Isabeau took over.
“Miss April uncovered a number of things Báthory has been keeping from us.” Satsuki nodded.
“Tell me.” She said, still somewhat unsure that Erzsebet, a woman who’d been with them from the beginning, would be hiding a monstrous secret like this and she hadn’t noticed it at all.
April tossed a long, white object at Satsuki, who caught it. She looked down to examine it, and realised that the reporter had just thrown her Bakuzan.
“She had it in the medical supply closet,” April said. Satsuki’s eyes narrowed, and she looked to Isabeau, who nodded to confirm it was the truth. She looked back at Johnny, who along with all the others seemed frozen, all watching the scene unfold, and then returned her attention to the little group.
“Show me the rest.”
Isabeau reached out with her free hand now, presenting a small container, no bigger than a shoebox. Opening it, Satsuki looked inside, and felt a chill pass through her.
The box contained an Iron Cross, and any doubt of what era of German history it had come from was erased by the swastika inscribed on it.
“Please, Satsuki,” Báthory said. “Surely you can’t be taking this seriously.”
“Where did it come from, then?” The doctor shook her head.
“I don’t know,” she said insistently.
“Bullshit,” April spat, glaring at the woman from her position by Isabeau. Chun-Li muttered something under her breath, and Satsuki spoke just enough Cantonese to know the policewoman was in full agreement with April.
Looking back into the box, she saw a dagger marked with a swastika, as well as the skull and crossbones of the SS, and an officer’s cap, also with Nazi markings.
“None of these are yours, Erzsebet?” Satsuki asked, unable even to try sounding sincere at this point.
“No!” she said, louder now. Satsuki couldn’t help but notice that she seemed more annoyed than afraid.
Next out of the box came a small, green hair tie.
“What is this?” she asked, and noticed Isabeau’s expression darken with anger.
“It’s Makoto’s,” the Victorian woman said. Satsuki was composed enough that her jaw didn’t drop, but she knew exactly what Isabeau meant with that simple statement.
“Is there any other evidence of that?” she asked, very quietly. Isabeau nodded grimly, looking at the woman she was supporting.
“April?” she prompted.
“When Doctor Mengele here—”
“What?” Satsuki asked, brow furrowing.
“Báthory Mengele,” April said. “That’s her real name. When she was torturing me, she said I could scream all I wanted, because people had died screaming in that room before.” Satsuki almost asked another question, but stopped short.
She remembered the nightmare she’d had when she was laid up in Medical with her fever, the vivid dream of a voice calling for her, and revulsion coiled in her stomach.
“That accusation is disgusting,” Báthory said, shaking her head. Ignoring her, Satsuki drew out the last item in the box, a small ring.
“This is a farce,” the doctor continued, growing even angrier. “I don’t know what she is trying to do here, but the whole mess obviously begins with planting evidence!” Satsuki didn’t respond, looking closely at the ring. It bore a skull and crossbones on the front, as well as several runes around its circumference, but there was something inscribed on the inner surface…
“None of this is yours,” she finally said, looking up.
“Of course not!” Báthory responded immediately. “I’ve never seen any of it in my life!” Satsuki blinked.
“Then why does this have your name in it?”
“I…” the blonde started, but Satsuki didn’t let her finish.
“And why is Heinrich Himmler’s name also on the inside of it?”
“It… it must be a forgery of some kind!”
“How would April have forged it in here? We have no equipment for such a thing.” Before the doctor could respond, Satsuki continued. “The fact that you say it was forged, and that April must have written your name in it, also confirms that Báthory Mengele is your real name, and that you’ve been using a false one with us.” Again, she looked at the doctor.
For once, Báthory had no response.
The young heiress looked over the evidence again. She thought of all the times the survivors here had put their trust in Doctor Báthory, of all the opportunities she’d had to steer things in the direction she chose. She thought of the missing antibiotics, so strange at the time, and the fact that they had only Báthory’s word on the Bunker simply never having had any. She thought of the advice she had taken from the doctor, of the things she had told her in confidence. She thought of the woman in the common room, currently imprisoned on nothing more than a suggestion from Doctor “Erzsebet” Báthory. She thought of who could have actually poisoned her, and who she had spent the most time around lately.
Satsuki looked back up from the box, back at Báthory.
“Kill her.”
Chun-Li watched as Satsuki weighed the evidence. She knew Báthory had been with these people from the beginning, and that all of this had been sprung on Satsuki very, very rapidly. Chun-Li could only hope she was capable, even in the midst of the tension building, to see this for what it was.
Then Satsuki looked up, and her eyes fell on the group, cold and hard as steel.
"Kill her."
Several things happened at once. Johnny looked up at Satsuki, eyes wide with shock. Chun-Li's ears just managed to catch a whisper.
"Fine.”
Then handcuff links snapped, and she heard Isabeau d'Argyll swear. Chun-Li blinked and Báthory was gone from in front of her. There was a blur of movement, faster than anything she would have expected from the doctor, and then Satsuki, who had been holding the engraved dagger again, was only holding the scabbard.
Only holding the scabbard because the actual dagger was now buried halfway in Isabeau’s shoulder, and the only thing preventing it from sinking those last few inches in and piercing her heart was the knight's own blade, wedged against the dagger’s guard with a desperate strength. Báthory leaned in, grinning, Isabeau’s face screwing up in a rictus of agony as the pressure on the blade increased, her own sword-hand trembling with the effort of holding it back.
“I’m so disappointed in you, darling,” Báthory said. “I thought you alone would understand. I thought you knew about the difference between people. You and I were above them; here, we could have ruled over the rest of these primates-”
Whatever she was going to say next was lost in the impact of Isabeau’s forehead with Báthory’s artfully sculpted nose. The Nazi fell back a step, hissing in pain, ripping the dagger from Isabeau's shoulder in a spurt of blood, and Chun-Li wasn’t about to let the moment pass. As Isabeau slid to the ground, Chun-Li brought the gun up, training the weapon on the doctor, slipping her finger onto the trigger. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that she wasn’t the only one reacting. Satsuki had dropped the box of evidence, and was reaching for the cuff on her left sleeve.
They had tried this bitch. Now it was time to execute her.
Báthory reacted incredibly fast. As Chun-Li’s finger squeezed the trigger, she launched herself away from Isabeau, crossed the space between them and yanked the gun to the side, not stopping it from firing but pulling it off-target.
The shot hit Satsuki in the chest.
The policewoman froze in horror, the look of pain and shock on Satsuki’s face imprinted onto her mind, before Báthory’s hand clenched around her own, unwillingly making her fire again and again, the subsequent shots also hitting Satsuki, the 10mm rounds slamming into her chest and stomach and throwing her back against the wall. As she crumpled to the floor, the doctor ripped the gun from Chun-Li’s hand so fast it nearly dislocated the finger still in the trigger guard, then whipped her across the face with it, the gun’s grip tearing a deep cut across her cheek. As Chun-Li reeled back, stunned, Báthory carefully took aim at Satsuki’s head, evidently wanting to make absolutely sure she was dead.
A bullet blew the pistol in her hand to splinters.
“Let’s rock, she-bitch!” The shout had come from Johnny, and Chun-Li turned to find him having set down his guitar and drawn his own gun. More bullets ripped into the wall behind her as the doctor ducked and rolled out of the way.
Checking on the others revealed Mary Jane taking a step toward Báthory, before a look of fear crossed her face and she looked down at her chest. No, at her clothes.
She doesn’t have the suit. Chun-Li realized it just as she did, and in the next moment the redhead had taken off down the hall, no doubt heading for the room she’d left the black suit in. Kyle was likewise fleeing the area with April, heading back toward the room he shared with Chun-Li, and where she knew he kept a handgun.
Looking back to Báthory, Chun-Li saw her charging Johnny as he blazed away at her with his huge chrome-plated handgun. Báthory dropped to the floor, evading a shot, and rolled toward Chun-Li to dodge another. The policewoman waited for her to roll upright next to her, and then kicked the doctor in the chest, slamming her back against the wall. Johnny grinned as he stepped forward and drew a bead on her, his gun barely a foot from her face.
And his gun clicked empty. Báthory grinned viciously and sprang away from the wall, dagger raised as she came flying at Johnny. There was no time to dodge, so instead Johnny let his handgun fall and seized the dagger in his mechanical hand, chrome fingers closing around the steel blade, stopping it just short of his eye as he caught the empty pistol in his flesh hand.
Both of them watched the weapon as it hovered in place, Báthory’s shocking, monstrous power matched against Johnny’s mechanical strength, the motors in his arm groaning with the strain. Both of them were so fixed on the sharp point so close to his skin that the pistol in his other hand was all but forgotten. Until, that was, Johnny changed his grip on the weapon, spinning it so he was holding it by the barrel and whipping it around, bashing the handle into Báthory’s head. She was driven back, and Johnny pressed the attack, holding onto the dagger to keep her in range as he struck her again and again, hitting her from one side and then winding up for another wide, powerful blow.

Báthory countered by dropping the dagger and stepping away. Johnny struck again, and she dropped low, rolling behind him not only to evade, but to reach down and grab the guitar he had dropped to go for his gun. Grabbing it by the neck, she swung it around and slammed it into Johnny’s head, producing a massive screech of electronic feedback as all the strings shuddered with the blow. Johnny staggered forwards, swaying on his feet, and then Bathory kicked him in the back, sending him toppling head-first into the concrete wall. He slid to the ground in a heap and didn’t rise. Dropping the guitar, Báthory moved to pick up the dagger again, only for a heavy boot to plant itself on the blood-stained blade just before she could reach it.
“I dunno what a Nazi is,” Vi said, “but I’m guessin’ from what you did to the reporter there that you’re the bad guy.”
Báthory exhaled in frustration, rising to her feet and throwing a straight punch at the pink-haired woman. Vi ducked under it and slammed a fist into the doctor’s gut. Báthory retaliated by swinging her leg up at Vi’s head. The Piltover Enforcer brought one of her arms down to deflect the attack, which left her open to a brutal headbutt that sent her reeling back. She shook her head, trying to shake off the effects of the blow.
“You’re new here,” Báthory said, “but in my opinion, this is something you should stay out of.”
“If I want your opinion,” Vi responded, raising her fists. “I’ll beat it out of you.” She launched herself at the doctor, and the two met in a flurry of attacks and parries. Vi landed a surprising number of hits, but wherever Báthory’s strength came from, it outmatched the warden’s by a wide margin, and every punch or kick she landed sent Vi stumbling back noticeably. Slowly but surely, she was being overwhelmed.
Chun-Li felt she had been a spectator long enough.
As Báthory caught one of Vi’s punches, Chun-Li moved in. The doctor used her left arm to pull the captured limb out straight, drawing back her right for a blow to the back of the elbow, strong enough, no doubt, to reverse the joint horribly. Before the blow could land, Chun-Li threw a high kick at Báthory’s head. She saw it coming at the last moment, but as she dodged it, she was forced to let go of Vi’s arm.
As her opponent tried to gain some distance, Chun-Li slid in low, kicking at her legs. Báthory jumped over the attack and stomped down, Chun-Li twisting out of the way just fast enough to avoid being stabbed with her stiletto heel. As she stood up, Vi dove in again, throwing another flurry of punches. Báthory blocked the first two or three, but the last one connected with her cheekbone with an audible crack. Chun-Li moved in for a similar move, leaning her weight on her left leg to launch a barrage of kicks with her right.
Unfortunately, she did that at the exact same time Vi attacked, and only as the enforcer had to break off her attack, an attack that would have landed, to avoid Chun-Li’s kick did she realize her mistake.
“Watch it!” Vi called out, and even in the midst of the fight, Chun-Li felt a flush of embarrassment.
Báthory seized the opportunity, rolling to the far side of the two, keeping Vi between her and Chun-Li. Both of them moved to strike again, but they both came to a halt, losing precious seconds as they glanced at each other to make sure they weren’t about to have a repeat of their near miss.
In that time Báthory rolled over something on the ground, her hand closing around it, and as Vi dove in, Chun-Li realized what the doctor had seized. Before she could shout a warning, Báthory brought her dagger to bear, the sharpened steel moving blindingly fast across Vi’s throat, flesh parting with horrific ease under its touch.
Vi stumbled back, clutching at her neck, blood spraying out from between her fingers, and Báthory grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head down and bringing a knee up to meet it. The savage blow sent Vi to the ground. She was dazed, and maybe after a moment, she would remember the wound she had been holding, but she didn’t have that moment. A crimson puddle spread around her; the lifeblood was pumping from her wounded throat so very fast.
Leonard McCoy was faster, however. The Starfleet officer hadn’t been able to participate in the fight, lacking weapons or extensive combat experience, but now he moved with purpose, landing on his knees beside the fallen woman. Immediately spotting the severed artery, he reached in and pinched it shut, stopping the bleeding before it could go any farther.
“Will none of you just die?” Báthory said, raising the dagger and advancing on the other doctor. That wasn’t going to happen, though.
As Báthory tried to bring the dagger down, Chun-Li rushed her again. Báthory evaded her roundhouse and slashed at her, and the Chinese woman deflected the attack, not trying to fight against the Nazi’s immense strength, merely to redirect the blows.
The next few moments were almost a dance. Neither fighter actually connected with her opponent. Chun-Li would move to attack, and Báthory would intercept with the dagger, forcing her to abort the attack. Meanwhile, Chun-Li was able to dodge or deflect the doctor’s attacks, but her counterattacks were avoided with infuriating ease.
The two broke apart for a moment, and waited, eyeing each other and waiting for their next opportunity. Chun-Li was so focused on Báthory that she nearly flinched when Isabeau spoke from somewhere beside her.
“We need to do this together,” the knight said, using Cantonese as Chun-Li had with her before. She dared a quick glance at the other woman; the knight’s face was white, though whether from blood loss or adrenaline Chun-Li could not say.
“Trust me,” Isabeau continued, still in Cantonese, “I fought her in Medical. Neither of us can do this on our own.”
“I tried that a minute ago,” Chun-Li said nervously. “It didn’t help Vi.”
“You know me, Chun-Li,” Isabeau said, her voice firm, “as I do you. We can do this.” Chun-Li realized what she was saying.
Vi was new. Chun-Li had only a basic grasp of her fighting style and how to read her. Chun-Li and Isabeau, however, had each gotten a very good look at the other’s martial arts styles, enough to fight each other to a standstill. Maybe they could do this.
“Okay,” Chun-Li said as Báthory grinned, twirled the dagger and began advancing. “Tell me”
When Isabeau explained what she was thinking, Chun-Li had to work to suppress a smile.
Báthory knew Isabeau was wounded. Out of the two opponents she faced, the knight would, she no doubt thought, be the easier target, which was why it was simple enough to anticipate where she would strike. When she did, Isabeau fell back behind Chun-Li. The moment her line of attack was clear, Chun-Li seized the moment, lunging into Báthory’s path and putting all her weight on one leg, firing off a machine-gun-speed barrage of kicks with the other. Báthory dodged a few of them and swatted another away, but then the tide of attacks simply washed over her, and she had no choice but to put her arms up and block them, grunting as the blows landed.
The second Báthory tucked her head into cover behind her arms, Chun-Li dropped her leg back onto the floor and sprang, leaping over Báthory’s head so fast it was as though she had shot straight into the air. In that moment, even Báthory’s incredibly swift perception was seized, fully occupied by Chun-Li, her every sense focused on the policewoman.
It was then that Isabeau attacked, the point of her blade driving straight for Báthory’s heart. Even the doctor could only move so fast. The blade flashed, and Báthory roared in pain. The knight’s blade slashed across her chest, cutting open the front of her shirt and opening a deep gash from her right shoulder, down across her collarbone to the top of her left breast.
Báthory staggered, howling like an animal, clutching the wound with her free hand like it burned. She was off balance for a moment, and Chun-Li and Isabeau were not about to let that moment pass.
Moving as one, the knight and the policewoman bracketed their opponent, watching her as well as each other, each watching the subtle hints of movement in the other’s stance to anticipate her next move, and plan how best to compliment it. When Chun-Li would attack low, Isabeau would attack high. Báthory was lightning fast, and she was able to block or evade an infuriating number of the attacks, but her position between the other two meant that she was never able to counterattack in any meaningful way.

She clearly knew this, and after a few seconds of this, she elected to absorb an attack from Isabeau, tolerating the knight’s blade carving along her forearm to evade Chun-Li’s open-handed strike and roll away from both of them.
Chun-Li knew they couldn’t afford to give her any breathing room, and rushed at her, flipping into a handstand and then whirling herself into Báthory spinning like a top, legs striking her opponent over and over again. The Spinning Bird Kick was the most difficult of her moves to perform, and had taken the longest to learn, but its effects against an unprepared opponent could not be overstated. The blows came faster than could be dodged, and Báthory could not block them all, the sheer force of the impacts lifting her into the air. The last one broke through Báthory’s defenses and struck her in the jaw, knocking a single tooth out.
Báthory fell back against the wall, and Chun-Li went to right herself, legs and arms burning. However, before she could return to her feet, Báthory, clearly not as dazed as she had appeared, lunged forward to seize hold of Chun-Li’s foot. Grinning, she stepped back and pulled, dragging Chun-Li forward, forcing her off balance. Still holding the leg she’d caught, Báthory lifted one of hers, and stomped down, driving the stiletto heel into Chun-Li’s abs, pounding her into the ground and forcing a pained cry from her. Releasing her foe, Báthory brought the dagger up. Chun-Li would be able to right herself in seconds, but there would be just enough time to inflict a crippling, if not fatal, wound with the dagger.
The dagger flashed down, and Chun-Li screamed, but Isabeau’s blade intercepted it halfway down, the knight shoulder-barging Báthory away from Chun-Li. Báthory threw her off, and then the two of them clashed properly, Isabeau moving as inhumanly fast as she had in the cafeteria, matching Báthory strike for strike. The two became a hurricane of flashing, ringing steel, showers of sparks exploding from where the dagger and short sword clashed. The two barely changed their positions, however, moving back and forth only slightly as their weapons blurred.
Chun-Li was stunned by the display, but she couldn’t understand why Isabeau hadn’t moved the fight further away from her. If Isabeau pushed the Nazi away, she would be able to move more freely, and Chun-Li would be able to stand. Here, either one of them was likely to…
In a sudden flash of clarity, Chun-Li understood. Isabeau wanted Báthory here, because now her attention was entirely on Isabeau, as it had been on Chun-Li when they had first moved against her.
High and low.
Chun-Li was low, so she would have to trust that Isabeau knew what would be needed. Shifting her weight ever so slightly, the Chinese woman threw her leg in a wide, brutal sweep. At the exact same moment, Isabeau broke off from the swordplay just long enough to throw her own high kick, aimed at Báthory’s face.
The two attacks landed at the same moment, Chun-Li’s attack knocking Báthory’s legs from under her just as Isabeau’s boot slammed into the blonde’s face. The twin strikes sent her toppling to the ground, landing flat on her back.
Isabeau extended a hand, and Chun-Li took it, rising back to her feet. Both of them braced for another exchange as Báthory pulled herself upright, hissing and grunting with pain. Insane fury burned in her eyes, but her body shook with pain, and Chun-Li wasn’t sure which way this was about to go.
Then she heard the footsteps from behind her. Turning just enough to look revealed the arrival of Spinneret, body covered in the black suit, and Kyle Reese, gun in hand. Both of them approached Chun-Li and Isabeau, standing off to their sides so all of them had clear shots at Báthory.
Chun-Li could still see the fury in the doctor’s eyes, but it had begun to look more futile and desperate. Her eyes moved from one opponent to the next, and it was clearly dawning on her how the tables had turned.
Báthory took a single step back, looked across all of the determined people facing her... and bolted. Spinning on her heel, she took off at a run down the hall.
“The lift!” Isabeau shouted, and all of them realized what was happening. The band of four took off after the doctor, determined not to allow their enemy to escape.
*
Isabeau lagged behind the others as they ran ahead. The wound in her shoulder was starting to hurt again as the thundering white fury of the adrenaline rush ebbed, and her head was swimming. Pulling Chun-Li to her feet before had felt like being stabbed all over again, and she allowed herself a moment to rest, slumping against the corner of the corridor.
Her free hand, the one on the same side as the wound, felt wet and sticky, and she realised that blood was running down her arm and dripping from her limp fingers. Cautiously she felt around the wound with the fingers of her knife-hand, grimacing in pain. Beneath her coat she wore a jack of plates and bracers so as to deflect claw swipes and to blunt bites from any halfbreeds she might fight, but it wasn’t tough enough to protect against a proper stab wound.
Abruptly Isabeau heard a door opening behind her, turning quickly even as it made her head spin. She blinked in shock as Báthory emerged from it, recognising the door as that of the medical bay. The doctor locked eyes with her, evidently as shocked to see her as Isabeau was. She was wearing that strange black hat again, the one with the totenkopf badge pinned to it, and Isabeau understood.
“Had to go back for your hat, didn’t you?” she hissed, pushing off from the wall. Báthory’s eyes darted to Isabeau’s sword as she brandished it, and the knight managed to smile.
“Moonsilver blade. Burns all creatures unholy and unworthy. As if there were any doubt left. Does it hurt?”
Before Báthory could respond, Isabeau whipped her head back over her shoulder and bellowed down the corridor. “She’s here, she’s right next to medical!”
Báthory advanced as if to silence her, but then fell back as the sound of pounding feet came from down the corridor. She glanced between Isabeau and the rapidly approaching footsteps, then took off the way they had all come. Isabeau heaved herself in pursuit, her body screaming for respite even as she ignored it.
The doctor’s incredible speed evidently extended to running in those ridiculous shoes, as she quickly got ahead of Isabeau and vanished around the corner. Isabeau immediately began trying to think of which room she might try and hide in, only to be startled by the loud rattling and grinding of the outer door opening. By the time she rounded the last corner, she only caught a glimpse of Báthory practically leaping up the stairway.
“You think you can hide out there?!” she shouted at the doctor’s retreating back, staggering up the steps after her. By the time she reached the top Báthory was out of the front door of the surface building and onto the street.
“There is nowhere you can hide from me! No hole, no gutter, no crevice where I will not find you!”
Isabeau made it to the doorway, then slumped against it, her strength finally fleeing, sword clattering from nerveless fingers. She aimed one last scream at Báthory as she vanished into the darkness.
“I WILL FIND YOU!”
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