A long tube, large enough to fit the form of an average sized male human sat against a wall of course, filled with a liquid, more gelatinous it seemed, seeing as it could keep him suspended in an upright position. The form contained inside was obviously a male, appearing as though he was frozen in time until his eyes flutter open in a quick motion, instantly they felt a strange sensation due to this gelatin, quickly making work to adjust to it, also having the need to yell and writhe in pain, however holding such in due to his current situation. His mind flooded with thoughts of panic, a state he’d been in many times before. Usually with his panic he attempts to regain a state of composure and calm by recalling memories or important facts for him to remember.

Instantly, within his head he began to think [i]“My name is Luger Mancini, I have a brother, and a sister. We own a business togeth-.”[/i] A pause within this process occurred, as his eyes took realization of the creature outside of his tube. It truly disgusted him, only because of the simple fact that it was inhuman. It scared him, it truly did but it reminded him all that much more about his family, what could’ve happened to them, where they could possibly be. He struggled to move his body forth, finger tips tingling, twitching, aiming to make contact with the glass which separated himself and the creature, for whom it was to protect, was currently unknown now with Luger’s new effort. He felt sluggish, like the liquid was performing some sort of wicked works on his motor functions, but he pushed through finally making contact, fingertips to the glass. A sensation rushed over them, a good one at that, the glass simply beginning to breaking in those specific spots, fingers pushing through forming small holes, big enough to slip each finger of his through, which he did. He then removed them, allowing the gel to drain itself. A feeling of relief passed over him, although his panic returned, wondering how, in such an environment, he was able to penetrate something such as glass. 

He pressed forth, using this in order to break the glass at key points and make his exit. Stepping out, he looked at the Vitus which had obviously made distance between itself and the tube. Luger simply kept an eye on it, not knowing of what he could do or should do in this situation, fearing for the the possible outcomes. His eyes wavered over his opponent, until he dashed forth, pressing a finger against the Vitus’ hand which raised itself in defense. The nail of his finger pierced it, forcing through until it connected with the forehead, shoveling even deeper until the entire hand had delivered itself through both ends of the head. Removing his hand, he stared with disgust at what he’d done, simply moving away from the body, searching for others like himself.