[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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Apparently angering people with guns was not the best of his ideas. Yet, for all it's faults he did feel slightly accomplished. Staring at his chest Richard felt himself falling backwards. His head and body striking the cement with a painful thud. A wetness trickling from his chest. A sticking substance slipping from his lips. With his powers this would not have been so worrying, but without them?

Fear gripped the Adder as he felt his heart stutter. Sending a pray up to whatever was listening, Richard prayed he died and wasn't experimented on. Or that his powers would returned soon and fix this mess. The pain was a white hot iron that bathed his mind and erased rational thought as a horrid scream ripped across the air. Yes, the Adder smiled with a emptiness in his eyes and he fought to remain aware. Kill them Ayita. Devour their corpses and teach them the cruelty you faced.

[h1][b][i][center][color=ForestGreen]Ayita Dyrkin[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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Pain pierced her leg as Ayita stumbled, pitching forward slightly. Peering back, her amber eyes widened as she watched her brother hit the ground his chest a red stain of blood. Staring blankly at the body- for surely he could not survive? Ayita froze. Something twisted inside of her and she wanted to claw, rip and tear. This was not the instinct of the others creatures but her own and it was no instinct. Fury washed over the grief stricken mutant as tears streamed from her eyes and a unholy scream rang from her lips.

But it was not in Ayita's nature to be careless. While she felt the need for vengence, there was no reason to die trying to get it. Sometimes one had to be smart and wait verses a straight attack. The one who stayed alive after all, had the last laugh. Survival was the lesson she had learned amongst ice, snow and starvation. Hunters had been on her trail before and now they were again, but this time? She was not just going to run away. Shrugging off the pain of her leg, Ayita had felt worse during her shifting after all. When one's body tore itself to shreds? A bullet still hurt, but it could be by passed for a time.

Four men were approaching her and Allison, Ayita let go of the Seer and lunged for the gun. A bullet ripped through the air slamming into her right arm. Wincing, Ayita bit back the snarl of pain. Twisting on her foot the woman eyed her hunters and felt like a cornered animal despite her lack of powers. Smirking slightly Ayita gave a odd chuckle. [color=ForestGreen]"Powers gone."[/color] Tilting her head the woman gave a croon that was so like her brother's. Casting a odd look at the fallen body of her brother, Ayita tilted her head. [color=ForestGreen]"Feral's Hunt has begun."[/color] She seemed to say mostly to herself, as though unaware that her telepathy was no longer working. Taking a step back, she kept herself between the men and Allison despite their apparent defeat. Giving the woman a chance to move, to do something. For she would have her revenge. She would unleash a hunt against these humans. She, the most [i]feral[/i] of all the mutants, let them think it was something else or someone else. In fact she was hoping for it. Their desire for information would buy time- perhaps. A chance she would take. Well did Ayita know the light of the animal was still in her eyes and the snarl on her lips.

If anyone pressed to get to Allison, Ayita would intercept them in attempt to drive them back and away from her friend.