[h2][color=#BEBEC0]Itimpu[/color][/h2]

As soon as Itimpu was out of the window, he was headed directly toward the soldiers, without a hint of regard for their firearms or their numbers. To his surprise, he heard the howl of the Wolfman-- and said Wolfman was already drawing the attention of the soldiers. Of course, as the soldiers began to shoot toward the Wolfman, their attention was rather divided, once they noticed the noise of Itimpu's approach. With skill, he lept from wall to window, to wall, as bullets ricochet off nearby stone and pillar-- a moving shadow among shadows. It was with this technique that he sized them up-- watched them organize themselves into a better formation-- before he lunged for the center of the group.

Roaring in sheer excitement as he landed atop a man, claws dug deep into his chest, Itimpu drew first blood in the night. Of course, as these were special forces soldiers, they rather coldly left behind their fallen comrade, and sprinted for cover as they pulled up their mortar tubes, splitting off into smaller groups, and headed for the shadows. Several gunshots rang out from a distance as a couple of .50 caliber machine guns began firing toward Itimpu some distance away-- clearly these people had prepared for some form of resistance and their numbers were more than the small "Greeting Party."

Itimpu lifted the skewered half-living corpse of the man up in front of himself as a shield. The body absorbed bullets as Itimpu sprinted for the shadows. Discarding the barely held together body, Itimpu turned a corner, and ran face first into another group of soldiers. He hadn't the time to react as they fired an electric-net directly into his face. It opened with enough force to send him flying backward but was fired all too close, which limited it's deployment effectiveness, and ended up tangling only his face and arm in it.

Then began the screaming.
Castle Servants had descended upon the soldiers outside the castle but the machine gun fire indicated they wouldn't go down without a fight. 

Heavy impacts caught Itimpu's attention-- the soldiers were shooting at him. Gritting his teeth against the pain, Itimpu took a firm grasp on the net, electricity causing his vision to blurr, before he rather blindly tossed it toward them, got onto all fours, and threw himself at the soldiers in the same motion. More than one Bayonet caught Itimpu as the soldiers backed away from his projected landing-- leaving rather deep cuts behind. Growling, Itimpu lunged for them again, and they simply could not match his speed. One fell to his claws as another tripped over his own feet, fired his weapon at Itimpu, then gurgled as Itimpu ripped his head from his shoulders, then threw it at the remaining soldiers on the retreat. 

It passed by a mortar round in midair.

Reflexes quick and instincts sharp, Itimpu uppercut the mortar, sending the round upward and into a nearby wall where it exploded-- sending stone and dust showering down upon him-- and allowing the soldiers to make good on their retreat. For now.