Name: Jack 'Hyde' Mason<br/>Location: Main Room<br/>Tagging: Shapeshifter, 'Killers' of Adam, Shizuru, Everyone (Because a rampaging Werewolf is pretty fucking flashy.)<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Seeing that the Demoness was up and well was a relief, even for the warmongering Hyde. Hyde was crazy, but he wasn't stupid, and that bitch was a scary sonovabitch. He could recognise a powerhouse when he saw one: It was rare that he got to enjoy the appearance of a powerhouse though. Shizuru certainly had a fine ass...<br/><br/>The distraction of the Demoness' rear was enough for Hyde to be sloppy, and being sloppy meant that the foe he'd chosen, the one who had unloaded several grams of Shotgun pellets into his spine, had time to; get up, transform and dive at the Lycanthrope before he could even notice. The feel of the Shapeshifter's claws in his arms was a sting, and the unmistakable dull throb of venom entering his blood was enough to snap Hyde into a blood hunger that would leave Jack with a hell of a fucking headache.<br/><br/>The Jungle cat had a good paw full of claws digging into both of Hyde's arms, the Lycanthrope knew that whoever the fuck this chick was, she was an actual fighter. If he tried to swipe with his arms, she'd get the hell out of dodge before he could touch her. She had obviously not prepared countermeasures for the Lycanthrope, or the pellets that were held in the shotgun would have been less 'ignorable nuisance' and more 'Ow, fuck, that was my spine you just shot.' Under that logic, it was unlikely the Shapeshifter's toxic was going to be anything designed to slay a Lycan's regenerative factors. As if answering the pontifications of Hyde's more logical side, the cat-shapeshifter's face had turned blue: without provocation, no less!<em>"Oh fuck, hallucinogenics.</em><br/><br/>Jack would start panicing at that, Any more slashes from the Drug coated claws of the rabid shapeshifter would cripple his logic and hamper his ability to fight. Hyde, on the other hand, just grinned at the now pretty coloured cat lady.<br/><br/>"I'mma fuck you up, bitch."<br/><br/>Hyde was, in this instance at least, listening to Jack in one regard. He knew that his arms were not gunna hit the Shapeshifter, her face: shifting colours at an alarming rate, presented a rather tantalizing bullseye though. Rearing his head back, as if to howl, he then slammed it forward, clashing his skull with the Shapeshifters and colliding both Craniums with enough force to level most walls. If she got up from that unscathed, he would be fucking impressed.<br/><br/>In the moment he had made, having smashed his skull against hers, Hyde picked up a nearby table: namely one of the granite tables bolted into the floor. He had to literally rip it out of the ground in order to catapult it at the stupid fuckers attempting to make a nuisance of themselves and shoot some of Marc's guests, himself included. He noted the dead thug from earlier, filled with holes and seemingly dead.<br/><br/>"Dibs on the snack."