The beast seethed with rage, its muscles bulging, teeth bared. The woman kept talking her voice caused something inside the beast to stir. It wanted to pounce and tear the small soft human apart, but something is preventing it from doing so. The beast thought of backtracking but the green shield regained its strength and blocked it from passing. When it looked back at the female it picked up the scent of the male she was with earlier. 
When he arrived the pipes around the creature burst, it shielded its face with its large arms, only to notice the water rotating around it. The beast would at this point lash out and devour the source of this ability, but, the creature, much like a parasite, draws off the host, the other. The other was cunning, and had foresight, the other also had something else. The beast could detect no threat from the woman, or even from the woman with the shield, but the male made the beast twitch with anticipation.

It sighed a breath, ragged, and coarse. Then relaxed its arms, he stared at the male for a long moment, before turning his gaze back to the female that was talking to him. The more she talked the more something inside stirred. The beast struggled against this invader in his head.
It was no invader, it was the other.

He wanted his body back, regardless of what was done to it.
Wolfe doesn’t like thieves.
This was Wolfe’s body, his temple, no one has a right to it, not even a spirit.

Wolfe got angry.

The beast howled in agony, dropped to the ground and began writhing in pain. White hot flashes of sharp intense pain radiated throughout the beast. IT did not want to let go, but the other’s fury and anger were too much for the beast. It flailed its arms and legs, breaking pipes and conduits. 
After a moment it was hunched over on its knees breathing heavily, it looked at the Natasha, his eyes no longer black as death, but blue, bright blue. 

“RUN!!”

It yelled before collapsing in a heap.