[@2b3heart] He landed crouched on his feet with a thud, palm out in front of him on the ground. He stood and swiftly retracted the SMG. He grinned behind his helmet. "Give up girl." He snarled "I'll take your legs next if that means taking you alive, I'm not entirely sure what freaky mindslavery hoo-doo shit is going on here, but whatever it is snap the fuck out of it!"

He briefly inspected his arm, a few dents, easily repairable. Taking up a defensive stance he readied himself, a wounded werewolf was an angry werewolf.