The team stood in the middle of the street with their weapons trained at the two men running across the street when Matthew decided to strike. Making a dash through the alleyway and the street, he picked the closest target to him. Mitchel seemed to be the leader of the pack, and Matthew was sure that once he is dead the rest will crumble easily. He was on the far left of the group, and before he could react to the sound of quick footsteps and fast breaths, he was jumped by the hunter.
Making a half turn back, he tried to raise his rifle up but the claws on Matthew's hands already dug themselves into his shoulders. The terrified officer watched as Matthew's animal-like golden eyes began to contort. His iris was transforming in an disgusting movement, changing sporadically to brown in different places. Matthew tried to raise his arm at Mitchel and skewer him in the gut, but as he raised his hand it began to tremble. Something went terribly, terribly wrong.
Matthew felt pain shooting up his spine and bombarding his mind. His whole body was shaking and he didn't know why. Mitchel knew. He pulled the second claw stuck to his right shoulder and pushed Matthew back, pressing his right hand to his throat and then pulling him down on his back. His power.. was nullifying Matthew's.
The transformation back to his human self began, and without hurting him Mitchel was slowly killing Matthew. With each passing second, his animal mind retreated and his human mind took control, only to bear the excruciating pain of his relapse. His powers of no use to him, Matthew could only watch as he began to bled to death, slowly shedding his scales and losing his grasp over reality. It seemed as if his claws were about to come off and his teeth began to rattle in a gruesome manner, some of the smaller ones already falling back to his throat and barely choking him to death. Mitchel made no sound. He didn't smile or made any comment.
He knew order had to be restored, and the order will be built on top of skulls.
Making a half turn back, he tried to raise his rifle up but the claws on Matthew's hands already dug themselves into his shoulders. The terrified officer watched as Matthew's animal-like golden eyes began to contort. His iris was transforming in an disgusting movement, changing sporadically to brown in different places. Matthew tried to raise his arm at Mitchel and skewer him in the gut, but as he raised his hand it began to tremble. Something went terribly, terribly wrong.
Matthew felt pain shooting up his spine and bombarding his mind. His whole body was shaking and he didn't know why. Mitchel knew. He pulled the second claw stuck to his right shoulder and pushed Matthew back, pressing his right hand to his throat and then pulling him down on his back. His power.. was nullifying Matthew's.
The transformation back to his human self began, and without hurting him Mitchel was slowly killing Matthew. With each passing second, his animal mind retreated and his human mind took control, only to bear the excruciating pain of his relapse. His powers of no use to him, Matthew could only watch as he began to bled to death, slowly shedding his scales and losing his grasp over reality. It seemed as if his claws were about to come off and his teeth began to rattle in a gruesome manner, some of the smaller ones already falling back to his throat and barely choking him to death. Mitchel made no sound. He didn't smile or made any comment.
He knew order had to be restored, and the order will be built on top of skulls.