A roar to the left turned her head in time to see a white-furred wolfish monster bounding toward her, a huge steel T-shaped weapon swinging down from overhead.

The haft of her SHUKUR stopped the metal shaft of the odd weapon but one long arm of the crosspiece, sharp and pointed, chopped deep into her shoulder, penetrating her scaled skin. She roared her response, shoving up with both arms, then swinging her nightmare blade in an arc.

The ancient weapon cut off the offending crosspiece as if the hardened steel was mere air. Sudden multiple impacts hit her in the back with the smashing force of catapult stones, forcing her to turn around rather than continue her attack. Orange-sized balls of steel and silver were already shooting back at her, responding to the power commanded by the outstretched hand of the witch boy.

Her blade cut two of them from the air, slicing them and melting them at the same time, while the third one hit her already wounded shoulder, eliciting another roar of fury from her. Sensing the white werewolf’s follow-up attack, she whipped around, cutting the odd metal weapon in half, mid-swing. Quick as thought, she counterstruck, coming back at the muscular white-furred torso with the deadly blade of her spear-like weapon. But the wolf, now holding two pieces of steel rod, one with a spike and a half, used both parts of her broken weapon to stop the SHUKUR, steel against unholy shaft. Then Lilith was forced to step back a pace as the spiky half of the weapon was swung at her head. She brought up the SHUKUR waist high, night black tip pointed directly at the werewolf, ready to spear her enemy, but the wolf bounded back out of range.

Bullets pinged off her skin as the two guards engaged her with full auto fire from their human weapons. A pair of roars, one loud, the other louder than anything she had heard outside of the Abyss, announced the arrival of two bears. One was a really big specimen of the black-furred forest bears that still ranged over most of this continent, the other a true monster from the far, far north. They charged her together and she raised her blade, eager to feed it with their blood, their essence, but the witch yelled and the two smashed cars hit her from behind, knocking her forward, her spear point sinking into the asphalt without resistance.

She lifted her head in time to be smashed over backward by the black bear, which was roughly her size, then both trashcan lid paws of the gargantuan brown bear came down, crushing her into the ground, buckling the pavement under her and punishing her more in one strike than any single fight she’d suffered in a thousand years.