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[captainryan]

Captain Ryan was outside sprinting again today, trying to prepare for the mission with Suzi. They'll be leaving soon, so he plans on taking it easy tomorrow. But that's tomorrow. Today he pushed himself as hard as he could, and he comes in from out back looking about as tired as he did yesterday. However, today he's scowling before he even steps

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[there_is_a_me]

There isn't time to think. There is just a growling howl and then someone is trying to eat his face.

Literally.

[captainryan]

SHIT! Ryan pushes his chair sideways with a snarl, trying to dodge the incoming...blur. That scent fills his nose as he rolls away and to his feet, sending a punch towards the other's face.

He's growling.

[there_is_a_me]

He's not punching. He's not hitting, or slapping. This is all partially shifted claws and too many teeth to be human and a roar of hatred and intent for blood. He doesn't care what damage is done to him.

[captainryan]

Claws? He doesn't have time to question how it's possible; he barely has time to dodge. Which ever of Wells' men this is, he's obviously faster. Ryan catches one of the claws on a forearm when he tries to block, and another snarl escapes as he throws himself back.

"SECURITY!" he bellows, grabbing a free chair to smash into the other's legs. Maybe he can at least knock him down for a moment, give himself a chance to move.