<strong>Trapped? Yeah right!</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6239/6324164006_be5a515640.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Jack Russel<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Werewolf<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Location of assault at embassy<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Iron Man, assault team<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Jack snarled letting his beastial instincts take over, thiese were enemies he could rend and tear without guilt or remorse. These were machines that could not be cursed by his frothing fangs. In short, these 'bots were fucked! Jack exploded forward a living vessel of violence and animal rage. He charged at the machine closest to him to him red eyes gleaming with the need to destroy what they beheld. But at the last instance Jack showed himself to be more than just a mere best, shifting targets he launched himself to the left his claws digger furrows in the surface beneath him as he overcame his tremendous inertia. His plan was to foul the aim of the doombots perhaps some of them would be caught in friendly fire while he savaged a completely different machine. Jack twisted his limbs to bring both fore and hind paws to bear on the unfortunate robot he was about to crash into. His jaws gaped wide, foam flying from either side of his brutish mouth as he roared with bloodlust and triumph.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>