The smell of singed hair reached Gerrards nostrils as he pushed himself up of the ground. The mad dash, finished in a giant leap, had taken him just outside of the weapons path. He inspected his hands, turned to giant head-sized claws, and realised that the added adrenaline had made him lose his mental control at the exact right time. His enhanced senses even more sharpened by the full transformation, his nose identified the figures in the distance as Frankie and two unknowns...and one of them was smelling of ozone and metal.<br/><br/>He growled in a low rumbling way and bared his fangs as he continued 'watching' them with his nose and ears. "What the hell does he think he's doing going out there by himself." He muttered. He got down on all fours and shook his fur to get rid of the dead hairs caused by the blast, before sprinting off in a fast dash towards the group in question. Smelling the other there was no doubt about it...these two had had dealings with 'the enemy'.