Something Ends, Something Begins

It was a letter addressed to the sheriff, saying that they had some information about where the striga's coffin was, along with a map to the location.

Coen smiled a bit and pocketed the letter. Perfect.

The night was still in full swing, and a low growl could be heard close by. Very close.

Coen's head turned, looking behind him.

((Correct me if I mess anything up.))
The reflection of the creature's eyes in the dark peering from the bushes was all that could be seen. As if it knew that Coen could see it, the striga lept onto his chest, snarling.

((All right. I probably won't, I kinda lost interest in the Witcher seres, so I don't remember most of it.))
Coen brought up his arm, holding off the striga's mouth.

The striga buried it's teeth into his flesh, pulling at it as though trying to pull his arm off.

The leather in the armor he was wearing blocked some of the teeth but they atill broke through. Coen planted his boots on the beast's stomach and shoved.

The creature thrashed as it was launched into the air, not used to it's feet not on the ground. It snarled and moved into a pouncing position.

Coen rolled off to the side and drew his iron sword. It wouldn't harm the striga since it wasn't silver, but it would act like a pretty good club.

It lunged at him again, roaring as it came.

Coen swung the blade, bashing the beast in the head.

It shook it's head, yelping a bit, but snarled back at him in anger.

While the beast was recovering from the blow, Coen had jumped up and grabbed one of the Awnings infront of a building and climbed up, climbing to the roof.

The striga, desperate to finish the fight, tried to follow him up, in a way ending up sort of barking up at him.

((Unless it can climb... Then it follows him.))

((It can climb. Very well. If I could show you the opening to the game, you'd see. It's rather awesome. I found it on youtube, so here it is. I, of course, am basing Coen off of Geralt.))
As the beast climbed up after him, he gave it a rather hard kick to the face, sending it down to the ground. Coen took a step or two back before pulling a small box from his back. He unlatched it and pulled out a small vial, which he opened before drinking its contents. He fell to one knee, his head down in a pained expression as the vains in his body became visable for a moment. He stood back up, waiting for the striga. Everything looked as though it were moving slower to him.

((Cool...))

It got to the top of the building, growling at him.

((Exactly.))
Coen looked at the beast, awaiting it's next move.

It jumped at him again, arms and claws trying desperately to get to him.

Coen rolled down onto his back and kicked, knocking her close to the edge of the building.

She shook her head, a bit disoriented, then charged again.

Coen ran forward at the beast before jumping at the last minute, landing on the edge of the building, looking at the beast.

She turned around, charging again.

Coen pulled a chain off of his gauntlet and swung it around the striga as it lept, binding it for a moment and sending it off the side of the building.

It took a little while, but eventually she broke through the chains, snarling at Coen.