Idiots. He was surrounded by idiots, and not only that, but idiot neophyte vampires no less. He could feel the urgency under his flesh ripple through him as his 'threat level' instincts ratched up with the addition of the two other sources of leech-stench. Ben yanked the helmet off his head and chucked it off to the side. If he lost control with these three baby vampires who apparently had gotten off the leash of their masters or master, it was going to be a bloodbath for himself, them, and the humans that were scrambling away from the seeming scrap starting around the side of the bus. The werewolf bared his pearly whites in a slow grinding of his teeth as he flicked his eyes directly at the first interrupter and found himself staring at a vampire with some distinctly different features than even the Gangrel Primogen he had met before. He snorted a little, trying to get the smell out of his nostrils as he opened his mouth to snap off a response to the interloper. "Dude, you back off! Or get your<i>friend</i>here somewhere more private if you're going to participate in<i>that</i>. You can't damn the rest of us by exposing your own species." He hissed in a low volume, pitching his voice so it wouldn't carry to human ears.<br/><br/>That was when the vampire he had prevented from slaughtering the human decided to act like the monster it was and decided to shove Ben off balance, breaking the wolf's grasp and somehow go sailing over the werewolf's head. A guttural snarl erupted from Ben's throat, making him feel so feral that he was shocked his body didn't shift into his Glabro form, complete with flesh-rending canines. At the addition of another smell and a lighter, softer voice, the werewolf whirled quickly to look at the owner...<i>who had a fucking tail</i>. She literally had a tail curling up behind her, porcelain complexion compromised in the flickering fluorescent lights of the station above them. "Let. Him. Go. Leech." Ben's words were clipped as he directed them at the female, feeling the beast rise behind his wall of control and willpower from the added threat of enemy thrumming in his senses. "I don't give a fuck if he's hungry, by the fucking Wyld I will rip each one of you into the corpses you rose from at let the smell of your flesh become inundated with the dirt you crawled out of." He swore softly, just loud enough that the vampires would hear him, and hopefully the men who were terrified of the situation would run rather than shit themselves.<br/><br/>The small hope that Ben could end this situation without bloodshed vanished into nothingness as the smell hit the ravenous vampire and he started to lunge toward the female and the worm on the hook she offered in the form of another scared mortal, sniveling already and pissing his pants.<i>Fuck. Me.</i>He was supposed to be staying OUT of vampire affairs and leave the Hagley Hall leech-management to Adam and his mother. And here he was in the middle of a scrap with three creatures without a lick of common sense between all of them. So he moved, his body thrumming with delight in burning off the adrenaline in his blood stream as he shot for a brawler's move, a rough tackle to take the vampire out of play.<br/><br/>((Dexterity + Brawl Difficulty 6. Dex 4 + Brawl 3 = 7D10 Rolled. Results: 5 - 2 - 9 - 2 - 4 - 8 - 9 - Three successes.))