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Arex

"[i]You are Dalentian, after all. Are you not?[/i]" Lataniva's words and presence went mostly unnoticed, registering in some fading part of Arex's active consciousness. 
This was not the time for bravado, there was nothing to gain, he had nothing to prove to no one. The more he kept to himself the better. But it was already too late.
A genetically altered rush of endorphins slowly seeped through his system, triggered by a bio mechanical implant that had registered his stress. 
It washed away any pain or discomfort, it also took with it much of the the complexities, fears anxieties, doubts and emotions of the human condition allowing room for the cold hyper efficient sensory diagnostic data processing functions of his cybernetic augmentations to flawlessly feed his heightened Dalentian reflexes and deadly proficient combat instinct without unnecessary interruption.

It was a came over him like a deep calming bliss, it was addictive and overwhelming. Free from the pressures of concern, decisiveness and consequences. 
It was both the greatest rush and clearest calm. He felt elevated beyond words. His path was clear and simple as he receded to a powerful form of 'auto-pilot'.

His human side of Arex could not mentally or physically handle what had began. While it was subdued in a euphoric bliss the blood vessels in his eyes began to rapidly burst. New blood trickled from his nose, and inside his skull he was developing a headache that would last for days. But it was all worth it to feel the utter freedom and power of becoming a killing machine. 

His Sh'kwarr was also changing, while it didn't grow in size it begin to grow extremely dense and '[i]bright[/i]'. There was now only pure excitement as he looked upon his prey with a malicious blight of vengeance. The fun was about to begin.

[b][h2]'BANG, BANG'[/h2][/b]
And just like that it was over. Arex looks to Grayson and Lataniva. His pupils so widely dilated they almost completely consume his iris, the whites of his eyes nearly filled with the spiderweb Bing of burst veins. He stares at them for a moment, a confused sense of non-recognition. He twitches as he struggles to tell himself they are friend not foe. 

A complicated path of rationale tells him fighting them is not worth the joy it would bring and Arex comes back forth in complete control. Shaking himself free from the monster in his mind and his connections to the console he nods to his comrades and follows suit as they leave. He rides out his pain release for the short time it lasts.
Angry, disappointed and very very upset.