Exalted Vs the World of Darkness
>Vs Cluivnarihe, part 1

Ellen was having a terrible day. She'd gone over to a friend's house for a sleepover - which was a code word they mostly used as an excuse to do their duties as Princesses and defend the town from shadows - and the fight had run long. Or rather, more and more shadows just kept showing up. Danielle had done an augury in the two minutes they had between the fourth and fifth shadows, and Katie had just outright called another group of girls to discover they were also getting hit hard. There was something in the north of the city that the shadows were fleeing from by all accounts.

Actually, it wasn't just the shadows. She'd seen a number of other people pass them by, going dangerously close to the fight in an attempt to make their way through. Some of them had been normal, but then there had also been this one butt ugly guy who was eating a rat as he went, just kind glazed-eye rambling past them in an effort to avoid whatever was stirring up shit in the northern half of the city. She didn't know who he was, but the fact he'd hoped down a sewer drain made her wish him well. She hoped things got better for him and he didn't have to live in the sewers anymore. Assuming he lived there, at least.

But all of that was secondary, because a great rumbling noise and a cacophany of crashing sounds were heading their way. Rachel put up a ward to try and control the battlefield, while Mary put some buffs on Clarisse, who was rumaging through her back of brass knuckles that she'd stolen from gangsters to find a pair that weren't broken. She held up a pair triumphantly, moved to show them off, and then nearly dropped them as a giant snake burst onto the street. Its head was easily the size of a car, and they couldn't tell how long the thing was. All of it was jet black, bar its silvery eyes and faint designs written in silver scales that dotted its length.