'No you're not.' Ryan croaked before pushing past Casey and Alistair, 'But I am.' Ryan spoke with confidence and vitality that he hadn't possessed mere minutes ago. What stood before them was another monster; Ryan was now fully healed and was approaching Frank with his hands raised in the same throttling gesture. He stared down Frank, looking deep into his mismatched eyes that now seemed to glow various shades of red. Ryan's eyes were narrowed and full of fire, his hands were scaled and green while large spikes jutted from his elbows and shoulders. He bared his teeth and showed off new fangs and took off his torn jacket to reveal bulging muscles that he never had.<br/>Alistair stared at him confused for a moment. Then he remembered the camera. He turned and found the thing lieing on the ground and held it up to look at the picture he had taken.<br/>'Photo shop.' Alistair spoke as he looked at the screen of the camera. Ryan had altered his picture on the device using programs on the camera. It was a clever idea, it wasn't a painted portrait but the rules still seemed to apply.<br/>'Come on Frank. Hit me.' Ryan growled before the two collided with a loud bang as the ground around them shook.