ooc: Sounds fine to me, I figured something similar would happen so that's one reason I did that, plus. While he was highly trained, he wasn't a bad as a completely impervious to pain, and I'm quite sure a normal human woulda blacked out.

IC: Groggily sitting up he looked around, his vision far more clear than it had once been, able to see every tiny little detail of just about...everything. "W-What the hell?!?" Matt exclaimed looking around swiftly. Not only was his vision better, his arm had completely healed where it was almost shattered a while ago, on top of that he felt strong, not just your average strong human strength. Like, strong enough to punch a hole through a cement block. 

"No! Impossible!" He shouted to no one other than himself. Quickly standing up he looked around and saw Rayden lying on the ground, pinned to the floor with crucifixes. Relieved that he was a live he began running towards him, reaching him much faster than he had anticipated because when he stopped, he didn't quite stop. He almost skidded into the wall behind Rayden. 

Reaching down to try and rip up the crucifixes, upon touching them, his hand burnt like hell. Snatching it away in pain he came into full realization, it all made sense, his arm being healed,
His feeling of strength, his speed, and now this. Upon feeling realizing this his hunger fully set in, he wanted blood no, he NEEDED blood and he needed it now. He racked his brain trying to figure out where the quickest source was, considering the entire village had fled except for a few people hiding out. Then it hit him, yes...the infirmary at the outpost. There were plenty of blood packs there...

Running at full speed he reached it almost instantly, dashing into the infirmary room he ripped the door off the small refrigerator housing various medical supplies, including blood packs. He snatched them out of the refrigerator, pulling the plastic cap off of one and proceeding to drink from it like a straw. He repeated this proceedure with the remaining packs until he had had enough. If he thought he felt strong earlier, hell it was nothing compared to this. This feeling, this strength, it was absolutely overwhelming to Matt.

He then thought about Rayden, and how he could possibly use his new strength to ignore the pain and remove the crucifixes. He ran back towards him, now much faster than earlier, reaching him in mere seconds. This time stopping instantly when he reached him. He grabbed a crucifix in his hand, ripping it out of the ground and throwing it off into the forest. He proceeded to do the same with the other one in Raydens other hand. Pulling it out of Rayden and the ground he threw it into the forest alongside the other one.

Suddenly, his mind now at ease from quenching his thirst, caught up to him. He had become what he was instructed to kill, what he [b][I]hated[/b][/I]. I mean sure, there are a few vampires in SOLDIER, a few of them were his friends, but only because they were also his comrades. This was different entirely. He looked up in the sky and roared in rage, "Dresden! I will kill you for this! Even if it takes years, I will find you, and ram that fucking blade through your skull! Do you hear me? You will pay!!"