A shadow entered his mind as he slept, teeth forming sharply, intent of ripping into his best friends throat lingered in his dream. He had not actually harmed is friend that day, but it felt like he did. Everyone he has ever hurt filledd his thoughts, everyone he has ever killed. He would dream about that night, over and over again. Playing it back in his head at slow speed.<br/><br/>So far he was at the third man, ready to pounce on his skull as the windows shattered, shards of glass rained on him just as he awoke with a snap. He looked around, and only saw what would be the bullets flying into his chest. Hand clucking the spot where they sunk in, while he was not dead, nor would be from them. The pain felt tremendous, this tricked him into thinking he was going to die for a moment. He probably would have lost control if a scream had not sounded from the right, just past whom he assumed was his attacker.<br/><br/>It took a few moments before he could do anything and then some. By the time he could have gotten to his feet, Mack had already checked on him then charged for the assassin, turning her shape before everyones sight here. Coughing as he stood up on not so even feet, it was even more difficult as he tried to fight a pain stricken transformation. "Mackenzie! Don't kill him yet." He ordered gruffly, he did not know how long he could hold back, but he was doing his best.