[h3][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sX8yS-TOVR0]The Beast Released[/url][/h3]

Inside the truck, the men strapped in the girl near the front of the truck, looking behind themselves fearfully at the hunched over body that was the Butcher. Every now and then, it would twitch and spasm, causing the men to back away in fear, only to give a sigh of relief as when it calmed down. Grundai was a monster that all around him feared, and even worse was when he lost control of his more monstrous side, which is the reason why he always wore that visor. It injected a type of suppressant directly into his mind, dulling down his insatiable need to kill to as low as it could go. But it couldn't hold it back forever, and when he got excited in a fight, it became even harder for the drugs to take effect. Seeing Magdeline, hearing the rage in her voice, seeing the two new toys she had brought with her, it had gotten to him, made him hungry for their blood. He had very nearly lost himself back their, but it would've been too soon, too [i]easy[/i], to crush them all into a sweet red paste. He wanted his blood to be earned, and when he drank it after a glorious battle, it would taste just like the finest of wines, all of which are perfected with time.

However, it seemed that the universe was not wishing for him to calm down anytime soon. He didn't notice at first, too deep inside his own self-enforced hibernation, but after awhile it became apparent to him. A creature was on the truck, hanging from the back, radiating murderous intent, though it was no were near as potent as his own. Still, the Grimm inside of him was drawn to this foul emotion, it called to him, awakened him. He rose, scaring the shit out of his Boys as he turned to them with his trademarked grin.

"Tell Torchwick everything that happened. . . and that I'm taking care of a nasty little bug at the moment." 

And with that, The Butcher turned and lashed out with a clawed hand, easily tearing through the metal of the truck door to grab the head of the stowaway. He tore himself a hole as he stepped out, and then he threw the man onto the empty street, following soon after him, cleaver in hand. Now that he could see the man, he could tell that he was similar to himself, a man gifted with the touch of darkness, buyt he could also see that he was not inline with his instincts. He was trying to be the thing that Grundai had left behind, [i]human[/i]. To say that it sickened him was an understatement, as it fueled a sense of hatred in him that couldn't be cooled by merely killing this whelp. He was going to tear him apart, slowly and painfully, going to make him scream his throat out until it's raw and bloody. He would revert this thing back into the animal it was meant to be, into the animal that he himself was. 

Without a word of greeting, nor threat, The Butcher charged at the other half-grimm with a blast of energy to propel him, swing at him with the wide blade, then moving to lash out with a unyielding barrage of slashes with his Cleaver, randomly adding in powerful punches and kicks so as to keep his opponent from recognizing a pattern to the movements, and to keep him on his toes.

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