The Gestalt mind that was J-3 and Jemma blinked in unison, stunned into silence and with abject [[color=Red]Irritation[/color]-[color=Green]Disgust[/color]-[color=Yellow]Confusion[/color]] whirling in their thoughts. They tried to keep calm, tried to whip their thoughts into rapid motion as things began to [i]i-fucking-mmediately[/i] fall into chaos around them. Which only further heightened the emotional whirlwind that spiraled within. In an attempt to at least rapidly cold-start their mind back into motion, they reflected on the day thus far. Or at least the events that led them here.

First was being [i][b][color=Red]trapped. Again. Twice. In a row.[/color][/b][/i] By the Rippers first, then again by Jane Doe, only to now be dropped off into, apparently, highly hostile territory. Second was the ghoulishly pale, disgustingly [[i]wrong[/i]], insufferably arrogant, aggressively unappetizing [i]thing[/i] that wore human skin like a disguise before them. The aether-scape around the ... Human...? Was twisted and wrought with seething emotions and echoes. [color=Purple]Suffering[/color], [color=Pink]Madness[/color]; [color=Red]Hate[/color]; [color=Orange]And sickening [i]petulance[/i][/color] hung around the thing like a cloak. Foul vibes, not necessarily similar, but not [i]dis[/i]similar either, to Jane's. Speaking of whom: Thirdly was Jane! Who was now walking back into the room with a disguise borne out of J-3's combined imagination. [color=Purple][b]Jemma[/b][/color] knew her cyber-prosthetics. [color=Magenta][b]J-3[/b][/color] knew the synesthesia inducing taste Jane's Aether-Painting chaos-maelstrom. The tail was masterfully disguised, and the chaos was a perfect cover to distract from any well and proper observation and detailed notation of any discrepancies with said appendage. To say nothing of the biological imprint that Jane had delivered unto the stage.

If one didn't know any better, or wasn't [AWAKENED], Jane and the [[color=Pink]Abomination[/color]] were one and the same on a physiological level. If perhaps, not on the cybernetic, mental, or astral level. Not that that mattered, because in a moment of true and sincere beauty, that [i][color=Red]Fucking. Jackass. Cock-biting. Deer,[/color][/i] threw them under the bus! 

And then people began [i]fucking screaming, and shooting at them! Why!? WHY?![/i]

J-3 dove into a slinking pounce, dropping from their towering loom into a lurching double handed swipe. Their claws cleaved through one of the [[color=Pink]Junkie Cultists[/color]] that charged them. His legs were scythed into chunks, with the spray of sanguine liquids that followed being splashed into the eyes of multiple others to J-3's left. Their claws then dug into the ground, and their shoulders [i]groaned[/i] loudly as all of their some 294 kilograms [i]yanked[/i] in an abrupt shift of momentum. Their back legs flew out, sweeping wide in a slicing whirlwind kick. Four more cultists went down, screaming as sickle clawed talons carved through stomachs and hips like their namesake farm-tools through wheat.

Their bladed tail followed behind their legs like a crescent guillotine. More fell back with shrieks, roars, and screams, as J-3's tail well and properly acquainted many cult-members with two new challenges in life, chiefly: Blood loss and Dismemberment. 

J-3 completed their spinning maneuver, feeling ink pulse through their arms as their joints [i]cracked[/i] with force as they threw themselves into a spinning leap. Their mass slammed into the far wall of the building, leaving them as much space as they could get from Jane, the chaos, and the [[color=Pink]Abomination[/color]]. Their claws dug into the wall they rested against, and they used their new vantage point to get a vague read of the newly created arena. They spotted at least ten more [Cultist Junkies] still standing, and when another burst of autocannon fire made its way to them, the [color=Purple]Jemma[/color] half of their gestalt quailed at the roaring report. Their body lurched into motion again, narrowly dodging the initial barrage, before a second caught them across their chest, neck, and face. Nerves died, and their vision vanished into oblivion. For a moment, their body was headless... And then ink [i]swelled[/i] as their flesh knit itself back together. 

Vengeful, J-3 threw themselves at [i]that[/i] one next. Their head was changed, gone was their mouth, instead a solid plate of bone-enamel armor took up residence where their mouth and chin used to be. Twin blades of bone curled forward from underneath, edges gleaming in the light cast throughout Cortex. A screaming roar made it's way out of them regardless, vents along their ribs having opened up as their body heat began to slowly, but steadily, rise. 
Their eyes twitched first to Jane, even as their body slammed into the now shrieking augmented mutant. Their forearms grappled with the body of a particularly agitating auto cannon, and J-3 marked Jane as their next target when this one inevitably fell. The [color=red][i]Awful. Loathsome. Malefic. Baleful fucking Deer.[/i][/color] She would go next. And they would flee. The [[color=Pink]Abomination[/color]] would only have to tolerate their presence for a moment more, surely. If it didn't interfere, J-3 would be out of it's hair sooner than it would blink.