There's no shame in dying at the hands of the fae's minions. Not even for a Solar Exalt. Though they are weaker, their numbers are vast, and they have long memories. Inhuman minds can remember slights inflicted centuries ago, or move in ways no exalts mind can predict. Or, the numbers may simply be overwhelming, such as when one threatened an Unshaped with the Order Affirming Blow, and thatt unshamed decided that his ancient story needed a late breaking update, involving you, alone, surrounded by two dozen patchwork horrors and enough banshee's to sing the Yozi's chorus. Grey Wolf whipped out his plasma tongue repeaters and fired, the flame weapons blaring as he ran, trying to put some distance between himself and his foes. All his pirate flintpieces were long since depleted, his pistols