#roseofroman

After all hell had broken loose, which really, should not have been as much of a surprise, Stiles had eventually gotten seperated from Scott. It also didn’t help that his gun, while it had done its job, had run out of bullets during the fight against the creatures so Stiles had resorted to grabbing the nearest thing he could use as a weapon - which had ended up a pan from the cooking stations. He was sure if any of his pack saw him, that there would be Rapunzel jokes in his future but right now all he cared about was using the pan to knock the creatures out for long enough so that he could get away and hopefully find a better suitable weapon.

Oh, how he wished he had some mountain ash on him. 

Just as he had knocked out the next wendigo, Stiles looked around the chaos surrounding him and noticed Roman fighting off some wendigos himself. Just as another one was trying to attack him from behind, Stiles ran forward, swinging the pan and knocking that one away.

“This is not how I expected the rest of the night to go,” Stiles panted to the vampire while keeping his eye on his recent knocked out creature.