Kevin sighed as the bike came to a halt. He'd lost. The money wasn't really an issue. Ten credits was no big deal. The problem was, he'd just lost his opportunity at half a pack of smokes. He was going to need those cigarettes too. He could feel the stress worming around inside of him, and it wasn't happy. Lucky for him, another raider appeared before he had the chance to freak out. With his revolver still in hand, having not moved from the bike, the contractor simply leveled his weapon and squeezed the trigger. It was an effortless motion, and the man's head exploded as the piece thundered in his hand, kicking back violently. It was like a cantaloupe, the way the man's head burst. Except redder. Much, much redder. Two more idiotic assailants appeared, but these ones seemed to have the sense to use cover as they moved forward.

The next angry bark from his revolver winged one of them, and the other replied with a five round burst from his rifle. Kevin hadn't been expecting that at all. He felt the first round rip through his body, just above his right hip. The second struck above and to the left. The others continued that trend, the fifth bullet tearing open a hole just shy of his left shoulder. He moaned as he toppled slowly off the bike, squeezing off one more shot before he fell. He killed the man who'd shot him, but that left one wounded attacker. He didn't have a chance to consider him just yet, though. When he hit the ground, the pain finally kicked in, shoving its way through the adrenaline haze to shock him into clearer thinking. He tried to groan in pain, but all that came out was a bloody gurgle. The road to recovery was going to be very slow if he didn't do something about this. He'd survived worse, as his scars would attest to, but he knew the only way to do that was to give in. And now that he was dying, the animal inside of him wanted to get out. It wanted to struggle, even if Kevin didn't.

"Do your thing, Coyote." his lips formed the words, but it didn't sound like English. It sounded like hot blood and angry air bubbles. And then he remembered he was still dressed. He would have cursed, but his body was already in the throes of transmogrification. His vocal chords refused to respond for the moment. Instead he was left to thrash around as he gained about a foot in height and nearly doubled his bulk. All he could think of, now that he wasn't worried about dying, was warning Zara. He needed to make sure she was all right. Even when he looked like a gnoll from one of those stupid online games, he still retained enough sense to think clearly while he went crazy.

A growl finally escaped his throat, and he knew the transformation was complete. The only bit of his clothing not destroyed in the process were the rash guard boxer briefs he'd bought specifically because they could withstand the force of his transmogrifications. After the first couple of times, he'd realized that running amok with his junk swinging around wasn't exactly a good idea. He was slow to get up, even when he knew things were urgent, but he couldn't help that. Getting back up after being shot multiple times wasn't exactly easy. [i]Overconfidence is going to kill you one day.[/i] a voice in his head scolded as he scanned his surroundings again, "That's what you're here for." he growled back. 

Where Kevin had been just a moment before, now stood a hyena-beast, at least a foot bigger than the man in any given dimension. The only thing that hadn't changed, was the cybernetic arm. It looked almost comical, hanging there where a massive left arm should be. Instead, the mostly useless mechanical limb hung limp, and the monster relied on his good arm for most tasks. He snarled, hoping to locate the man he'd almost succeeded in killing earlier, and hoping Zara wouldn't freak out and try to kill him when she saw him...