Chris grinned as the Purger's armor disappeared and was dropped from the gas. "Nice", he said, snorting as the same happened to the two other guards. He had readied his AAL for one more shot but as he aimed, he heard Ptricia's scream of pain and swore, dropping the gun, and turning around to the remaining Purger. "Oh, shit."<br/><br/>The Purger flicked between the expanding Ptricia and Chris, clearly not being prepared for this.<span style="font-style: italic"> What did Soren say...they've been trained to resist psychological torture, but...maybe a wolf leaping out of a chipmunk would scare them.</span>Readying himself and keeping one eye on Ptricia, he crouched, before leaping through the air. In his chipmunk form, this would have carried him about a foot, but halfway through the jump he reverted back to his wolf form.<br/><br/>The guard stayed, quite admirably, still, but Chris reached him just before he had the chance to fire. Tumbling to the ground on top of him, with lightning-fast reasoning and steeling of the will, Chris ripped the Purger's gas mask off, which had luckily replaced his helmet, locked his jaws around the weak spot between the Purger's armor and where his helmet should have been, his neck, and bit down hard, ignoring the gurgled roar of agony.<br/><br/>Chris growled and spat out the gore in his mouth, appearing behind his mask to be a gloopy black substance, rather like treacle. He was, at the moment, covered in it.<span style="font-style: italic"> Thank God for the mask...</span>he thought, before turning around to Ptricia and gasping. "Ptricia, what...what do I do?" he said in a panicked tone. "Should I try and remove i-"<br/><br/>He was cut off by the Purger's arm locking around his neck, and delivering a punch to his face, which he must have thought would have done some hindrance to the wolf. Normally, it wouldn't, but due to an unfortunate angle change, it knocked his mask off. Chris's mouth filled suddenly with the metallic tang of blood, and looking down, he was splattered with the dark red stuff. He gave a ragged gasp. "...ff...." Clinging desperately to his last few moments of reason, he turned back around to Ptricia. "....what do I do? T-tell me, quick!"