With Jacket in control of the body and Alton shifted into the back of the mind, there was no way he would back down from this fight. The fact that his bat was now being used against him was of little concern to him. After all, he had the best weapons in the world at his disposal. His fi-[i][color=fff000]"You are seriously thinking of punching this thing in the face?"[/color][/i] Alton said, trying to insert whatever reason he could back into his body. Jacket responded by filling his mind with a deafening screech, to try to force Alton back down. The only thing that mattered is killing that thing. 

Alton pushed back. [i][color=fff000]"You are going to get [b]us[/b] killed! Give me control shithead!"[/color][/i] Their mind was once again filled with animalistic screeching, accompanied by an image of the beast's angered face taking up their entire vision, drowning out Alton's voice.

Alton responded with a screech of his own, as loud as his mind would allow, infused with all the stress and anger that he had built up since coming to this fucking place. A primal, brutal screech that in the real world he wouldn't dare let loose in a soundproof room. But for this fucker, [i][color=fff200]"this mother-fucking bastard who thinks he can push me out of my own mind, I don't give two shits about what you think about me!"[/color][/i]

This got Jacket's attention. For a moment, as his claim to the body was challenged, his resolve faltered, his grip slackened, the shadows in his eyes cleared, and unfortunately, he failed to react in time to a very imminent attack.