Name: Jack 'Hyde' Mason<br/>Location: Main Club<br/>Tagging: Shizuru (If still here), The entire club.<em>Attacking the female assailant</em><br/><br/>********<br/><br/>Watching the chaos unfold on the floor below, Jack couldn't help but grin broadly: Hyde very nearly wrestling full control from a brief lapse of judgement. He'd hoped no one noticed the change of facial expression, but it wasn't possible to tell either way. He was no mind reader, and it hardly mattered anyway. Marc had given permission for him to go crazy, not that the assailants and would-be-assassins were not already doing such. A large waste of alcohol seemed to be the only victims so far, but that wouldn't likely be the end of it. By the end of the night, blood would dilute with alcohol.<br/><br/>Stretching: Jack slowly walked over to the elevator, picking at the buttons of his shirt with thumbing, twitchy fingers. A mix of Hyde’s euphoria was mixing with Jack's nervous-ness, as well as a sense of general rusty-ness. Five decades had passed since he'd last been able to 'go wild'. Sure, he'd transformed a couple times in the week he'd been free: but his hunter's instinct would always be there; Driving both Jack and Hyde. A fight would culminate in the hunter's instinct that every werewolf suffers from. After a few moments of fumbling and waiting for Shizuru to enter the elevator, Jack was topless, standing in the elevator and exposing his toned upper body, if only temporarily. With a sigh, and the 'whoosh' of the elevator closing itself, Jack removed his shoes and began to shift.<br/><br/>The transformation from human to Lycanthrope was always a sight to behold, but in Jack's case, it was unique. Most werewolves’ transformations were slow and peaked at 10 foot on a full moon. Jack, having lived with the curse for longer than most bangers lived, was a far more majestic transformation; Swift and with a low point of 10 foot tall. The start of the transformation was for the rapid pulsing of every muscle as they rapidly expanded: Bulking out dramatically to fit the forthcoming ferocity. The second part of the transformation was a sharp cacophony of cracks as Jack's bones formed into shape; some snapping and expanding and growing required as the Lycanthrope started to reach the tremendous heights. Next part was the features of the human losing all humanity. Hair sprouted from his bare skin, his face changed to become that of the actual wolf: teeth and a snout forming as he filled most of the Elevator now. His remaining clothing gave way, leaving the Lycanthrope naked and covered only in the dark fur of the beast. He stared down at the Demoness who shared the elevator with him, turning his back to the door of the lift to say a few words. For now, at least, he remained Jack.<br/><br/>"At least I got to keep the shirt. I hate the clothing bills that come with..."<br/><br/>A large 'Bang' ripped through the door and slammed into the Lycanthropes back: followed by a second and a third. On the other side of the door, a woman was unloading a shotgun into the elevator's still closed door. With the obvious intent of killing whoever was on the other side. As the doors slid open, the Werewolf seemed to be slumped against the wall, splatters of sanguine blood filling both sides of the elevator's interior, a set of macabre blood wings painted across the wall.<br/><br/>The woman obviously took a moment to underestimate the Lycanthrope, perhaps having killed some of Jack's kin in the past. She turned her back, thinking the man dead. Jack rose from his slump, a position he'd taken in order to shield the Demoness. A combination of pure muscle mass, as well as the thickness of the door, meant that Jack was left only injured and pissed off, as opposed to ripped in half by the shotgun's pellets. Not that they would have been enough to kill one such as Jack.<br/><br/>The only sound that the woman would have heard was the angered growl of the werewolf as his fist connected with her spine, catapulting her across the room and having the otherwise useful effect of disarming her. Jack didn't know what to expect, for all he knew, this chick would prove to be a worthy hunt, but Hyde was now sharing the driving seat. He let out a load, challenging bellow. A howl through the club to let all the people know.<br/><br/>Jack Mason was back, and boy was he fucked off!<br/>