Name: Jack 'Hyde' Mason<br/>Location: Main Room<br/>Tagging: Shapeshifter, Shizuru, Head-demon.<br/><br/>The Shapeshifter did not leave him a moment to rest, but in the same way that she had fooled him once: she would not again. He had figured out her ability to transform the first time, and as soon as the coiling constriction of the cobra came forward to attack him, lashing around and around the Lycanthropic juggernaut, he did the simplest thing in the world to stop it in it's tracks.<br/><br/>He stood on it's tail.<br/><br/>Not some pansy little toe on the tip of it's coiling tail...oh no. Hyde stamped so hard he almost put his foot through the fucking floor. Any bone in the tip of the tail would be crushed into fragments by the force of it: hell, he even managed to crack his heel bone with the force of the stamp, only for his regenerative factor to heal it nigh instantaneously, not that it didn't hurt like a shit tonne.<br/><br/>It only took a second of loosening on the Snakeshifter's part in order for Jack to strike. Or more correctly, for Hyde to strike. With one hand, the Lycanthrope gripped the Snake's long body, pulling it off him in a sharp tug and holding it in his grasp and, with his second hand, he gripped the Snake's head. It wouldn't settle to just break a bone or to snap a muscle. He'd have to ruin this bitch and...a rather wicked smile hatched on Hyde's face.<br/><br/>"You know what they say..."<br/><br/>With a savage snap, Hyde brought his fangs around the Snake's neck, biting down with a savage fury. The first bite was enough to snap any bone and sever any muscles then: One, two, Three violent jerks of his head, left and right and left. Her head was violently dislodged from the rest of her serpentine body. Which he slammed against the floor as if it were still alive. The head he held still in his mouth, a bloody pulp.<br/><br/>"...Cut of the head, the body will die."<br/><br/>Hyde bellowed with laughter at his own joke, a savage laugh that was uncharacteristic for anyone who had met the seemingly relaxed and in control man of science before. Jack Mason was not like this, although no other fucker in the room would know that. So few people knew about part dues. The second part of the Jack and Hyde combo which once struck fear into the underworld. 50 years ago, people knew what the fuck that laugh meant: it meant people died. A lot of people, for that matter. Maybe it was time to remind the world why the fuck he used to be feared.<br/><br/><em>"Stop jerking off your own ego Hyde"</em><br/><br/>"Fuck you Jackie."<br/><br/>To anyone who heard the seemingly random outburst that accompanied the one sided conversation Hyde was having with Jack, they'd probably be a little confused by the sudden turn of events. Thankfully, most people were embroiled with their own little scraps and battles. That was when something exploded.<br/><br/>It was always a joy for the Lycanthrope's baser self to see an explosion: much akin to a child watching Fireworks. It invoked a sense of mysticism and reverie that didn't normally tickle the fancy of Hyde, yet when he saw the rather fancy bit of magic, wielded by the Kitsune, Hyde laughed again, rather delighted by the whole scene. He even went so far as to clap his approval. He was extra happy when he saw that the demon got up from such a pretty explosion. That just meant Hyde would get a shot at him<br/><br/>...or not. Hyde looked over to the bar and saw that something interesting this way came. The Demoness had arisen from the bar and looked deadly as she drew a weapon that rung with the tales of a thousand deaths. The weapon reeked an almost erotic aura of death. Hyde's grin was broad as he hopped atop a table, watching the two Demon's squaring up with that same childlike glee that made him appreciate the Kitsune's explosive show of force. Jack had put together what the Kitsune was, sure: but Hyde didn't give a fuck. Now was the time to enjoy the carnival of the macabre, and either way, this battle benefited him. If Shizuru won, Hyde got to saw a probably ultraviolent show of what the woman could do. If the other demon won, he got a crack at him. Either way, Hyde won!<br/><br/>The Lycanthrope sat at the table, his tail swaying with the happiness he felt. If it wasn't for the gore that coated the bottomhalf of his jawline, he'd almost look tame. Also ignoring the Razor sharp claws, savage aura and the overall fierce glint in his eye. It hadn't occurred to Hyde that the Shapeshifter might find a way to get back up after he had decapitated it. Mostly because he didn't give a fuck. The Shapeshifted was no match for him, he'd shown that twice now. A third time would likely be both boring and final. Next time, he'd eviscerate the Shapeshifter to such a point that she'd be the club's latest layer of confetti.<br/><br/>Especially if it spoiled his view of the upcoming demonic deathmatch.<br/>