[center][h3][color=00a651][u]Mitra[/u][/color][/h3][/center]

Mitra, already in some pain from starting to shift back, practically screeches as the vampires come out of nowhere in his eyes. He's not inclined to drop his shotgun, even with their guns aimed at him, and instead leans away. There's a soft hissing noise that it takes him a moment to realize, it's him, and he cuts it off lest they assume he's trying to be aggressive. Kendra's talking, but he realizes he can barely process her words. He sets down the gun and winces - his skin is stretching and cracking as he's trying to shift back - but doesn't put his hands up, instead opting to wrap them around himself as if that'll ward off the pain.