<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/teen-wolf-tyler-hoechlin.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max Doubrava (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379614#msg12379614)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time</strong>Terre Haute, Indiana; August 3rd, 2017; 2 PM PST<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Kyle, Agents<br/><strong>Content:</strong>A big gay werewolf superman<br/><hr/><br/>Max knew shit was about to hit the fan, but when he saw Kyle burst out the side of the Denali and start running, he was both happy and frustrated. There went his plan of just driving off with the kid in the SUV, or maybe he could swing around and pick him up once he was done with these Tac-6 goons. Oh, or maybe the whole wolf thing had scared the kid away... maybe Max should have thought of that before leaping in the way he did.<br/><br/>Unfortunately the guy in front of Max didn't seem too phased by Max's arrival, probably the guy had encountered plenty of Evolved before, after all that was what they were all about, right? Luckily, however, the guy didn't seem eager to kill Max right away, which was... surprising? The man's associates, however, had no such qualms, and he heard the first softened gunshot ring out, which slammed into his shoulder, another burying itself in his hip. Max roared, even as more gunshots rang out, and he grabbed Lancaster by the shoulders, claws digging in as he whipped the man around quickly, using him as a shield as he backed up to the Denali, still trying to locate Kyle.<br/><br/>His eyes fell on the boy just as the bullet hit him, sending him flying into the ground with a spray of blood. Max roared again, teeth flashing in a snarl as he quickly pondered his options. Deciding quickly he tossed Lancaster away as hard as he could before reaching into the Denali, grabbing ahold of the steering wheel, and tearing it right off the column. A second later and another massive rush of wind rocked the Denali, lifting Max once again as he propelled him quickly into the air.<br/><br/>Max came crashing down next to Kyle, barely keeping his feet as he started running alongside the boy, trying not to stumble from the pain. "You can't go home, kid," he panted even as he shouldered into Kyle a bit, just enough to keep them from running in a straight line that'd make them too easy to hit, "These guys would never allow it. You've got to let me get you out of here." And with that he'd try to grab on to Kyle's arm, the wind quickly picking up around them once more, which Max would use to propel them this time far to the side, launching them over the closest house and into the back yard, doing his best to shield Kyle from the slightly rough landing. "We've got to get some distance," he added as he looked around, trying to find the best place to run or launch them once again.