[h3]Eastern Yharnam, relatively near the Hunter's clinic, bottom of the elevator[/h3]
The elevator had made it about two-thirds of the way to the bottom when the beast-armed man arrived – panting from the exertion of pushing his body past its physical limitations – and stopped a mere couple of meters from where Draco and the civilians were waiting anxiously for their way out. Now that this half-man creature was closer, it was entirely evident to everyone who cared to glance at him that it was, in fact, only his arms that were bestial. The ribbons of fur and leather hanging off his body appeared to be either entire pelts of various smaller creatures, like rabbits and foxes, or cut-out strips of larger ones that were harder to identify. The leathers were likewise difficult to determine an origin of, and while some of it looked like ordinary leather from cattle or the like, but some of it looked unusual, pale and untreated compared to the rest.
It looked almost like strips of flayed human skin.
It was also quite evident that he had taken some hits in the fight against Stefan, him having several bloody cuts in his clothes and some burned spots here and there, including a side of burn hair on his hood. It was difficult to tell how much those wounds affected him due to his inhuman nature, of course; closer inspection would reveal that all of his wounds had regenerated, and there was no way to tell how much regenerative potential he had left.

Hearing Draco's declaration seemed to be what brought the stranger to pause, causing him to skid to a stop. His eyes narrowed confusedly as he stared at Draco intently, then at the weapon in his hands, then at Draco again. He sniffed loudly several times in Draco's direction before frowning at him deeply.
“Disappointing,” he sighed, seemingly no longer interested in the civilians as he started turning to the giant and scourge beasts still locked in combat.
As the elevator came to a clanking stop at the bottom of its shaft the beast-armed man rushed off toward the battle, viciously grabbing the closest of the three scourge beasts by the scruff of its neck with his bestial left hand before flinging it onto its back. As the civilians hurriedly piled onto the waiting platform – luckily avoiding the pressure plate in the middle of the floor that would cause the elevator to ascend – the murderer jumped on top of the toppled beast and started tearing into its chest with both hands.
When the two remaining scourge beasts and the giant all turned their attention on this violent stranger, it became pretty clear that he was not going to pursue the civilians for the moment. The rest of the group crowded tightly near the edges of the platform, seemingly content to leave stepping on the button to Draco.