[h1][b][i][center][color=ForestGreen]Ayita Dyrkin[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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She was upon them before they could turn their guns from Dean. One bullet had struck the speedster in the gut and the woman scented blood upon the air. Her body broke and reformed with the crack of bones and a spray of blood. Skin stretching to accommodate a much larger size. Platter sized hooves lashes out knocking the weapons aside. Her massive form and sudden attack knocked three men aside. The rest being wise, and quick, enough to evade her charge. Bones snapped under her hooves and the moose crushed any who were beneath her.

Though Ayita was careful, she evaded stomping on Dean. Marygold would probably fuss about her killing more people, but they had shot first. If it wasn't for Dean's healing factor he would die. That required not an answer, but action. Actions that would haunt her later. Letting our a calving bellow, Ayita lashed out in warning with her hind hooves. Scattering the fallen. The animal within her was pissed and angry, though Ayita was a bit more clinical with her thinking. Preparing to launch herself at the others, the moose=woman pawed the strewn floor with a splayed hoof.

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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Richard blinked at his sister's ruthless attack. Was it nessecary? He'd say so seeing as the agents of OMEN had turned their weapons on Dean in an attempt to kill him rather than restrain him or shoot the bigger threat. Contempt burned within him for the fools as they scattered under Ayita's charge. He had expected a predator. Bear, tiger, lion, perhaps even a wolf. But a moose? Oh, as he thought of it he conceded the decision had been a good one. Moose were feared and with good reason. Large splayed antlers, a bad temper and hooves the size of dinner platters.

He didn't want to cross one himself. Aiming down the sight of the pistol, the Adder gave a grim smile. Had he been the agent's trainer he would have slapped them all silly. They could have restrained Dean and then forced the mutants into a defensive position and waited them out. But of course with the attack coming from the outside as well as within... It was a tad difficult. Firing three times and aiming as to not hit his little sister. Richard gave a grim smile as one made dropped to the ground, a round lodged in his head. The other two were wounded, a leg and arm, but with luck would surrender. [color=Olive]"Lay down your arms, and I call the moose off."[/color] Richard offered. Taking aim again the Adder fortified himself for refusal, and to do what he needed to.