Sky Lynx realized too late that he shouldn't have allowed his anger and instincts to overtake his logic. His anger faded to surprise and shock as realized that he had made a grave and foolish mistake when the human unexpectedly avoided his attack. He hissed at the sudden sharp sting in the base of his neck. He landed hard on his forelegs with a soft grunt and spun to face his foe with a deep rumbling growl.<br/><br/>Much to his shame he flinched reflexively at the sound of another dart being loaded. He cautiously eyed the raised rifle he began to pace, tail lashing back and forth. It wasn't that he was afraid. Far from it. He'd dealt with the unpleasant side effects of the potent drugs many times before. He wasn't looking forward to the near crippling waves of nausea. And sleeping most the day while his nanties flushed the remnants of the drug from his systems.<br/><br/>He paused to crane his neck and rip the large thick dart from his neck with his mouth and toss it angrily away. It wouldn't do much good but it made him feel slightly better.<br/><br/>Frowning he glanced at Hull then turned his gaze back to the other man. He did not like the sound of those tests. Not one bit. What horrible humiliation were they going to force upon him now? It certainly couldn't be worse than what they had already put him through. He shook his head trying to clear his vision as the room started to swim, back legs buckling. He tried to stand back up only to sink back down. What the Pit was in that dart?<br/><br/>His gaze went back to Hull. He was really starting to hate these organics.