[Mary is almost too easy a target: she's staking out the baseball field tonight, doing her nighttime Greeting in case a poor soul shows up after Dark and needs guidance to safety. She does come prepared; hefting a machete, fire powers at the ready, various guns tucked away on her person. The little light by the dugout makes a tiny bubble of imagined protection from the Darkness, or at least a small center of warmth to ready her to fight it off all night. A monster here, an ooze there, it's old and practiced to her by now. Even a gaggle of rotgut kittens does little more than get her some scratches (deep though they are), some bone bruises, and put her on high alert.
eventually involving Raphael
It's almost too easy.]