Re: Rising through the stairwell, shortly after midnight.
The Wolf was determined not to fall unconscious, and he clung to blind rage to keep from doing so. He rolled over, finding his feet, and saw the Witch at the bottom of the stairs with Red in her arms.
He charged down the stairs, slowly at first, then faster, still favoring his leg but moving with impressive speed, intent on catching the Witch before she got to the elevator. Red started screaming as he darted off the landing, running full tilt toward the Witch, still a little disoriented but no less ready to finish what he'd started than he had been the last few times he'd made the attempt. He wasn't going to give up just because she'd nearly knocked him out.