The beast was thrilling in this hunt. He was going to savour this feed. His fangs were almost at the screaming mans neck when he felt a rush and suddenly he was hurled off his prey.<br/>This animal that was normally Connor was momentarily caught off gaurd. His eyes lost focus as she searched for his attacker in front of him.<br/>The man shouted at him but the words were incomprehensible. They were as gutteral to him as the barking of a dog.<br/>His senses opened up (Auspex 1) as the man stood over him and his nostrils flared. Dog? Mutt?<br/>The smell of Oil and Asphalt?<br/>A caged rabid dog.<br/>A pretender to his territory. Another Predator. The beast was threatened and his instincts were going wild.<br/>Their was more gutteral talking from behind him, but he barely comprehended it.<br/>He locked eyes with the man stood above him and he growled and hissed. The mans hand was still against his neck. He lifted his hands in a lightning fast motion (Celerity 1)and grabbed the man's arm (3 Bloodpoints-Strength 5) pulling him off balance as he used the bus behind him to push himself up and over him.<br/>That's when it hit him. The coppery scent of blood assailed him and momentarily stopped him in his tracks and he turned towards it.<br/><br/>In the doorway of the metal contraption the female stood with her hand around the neck of more food. Was it an offering? He eyed her cautiously even as the other men carried on their gutteral drawl, and then he lunged forwards.