This is it. The Beast goes ape on this assassin character. Who is he? I hear you ask. How the f*** should I know? Oh wait, author...
I don't own Teen Titans, but if I did they'd be the best Titans in the world.
Nor do I own the Carlsberg adverts...
_The dot rested on tiny Arella's head. It seemed to have set off the Beast's parental instincts.
Bones bent, crushed and reformed. Skin thickened and sprouted thick green hair. Organs shifted, tugging veins and arteries into the position to cooperate with the Beast's shift.
It was over in seconds. The Beast roared, Raven moved, ready to hold the Beast still if it should be a threat, then came the bang. A shell, three inches long ricocheted off of the Beast's thick hide, glancing upwards.
The Beast looked out of the window and saw the threat. A man, around 5'9 holding a rifle. He looked at the large quasi-lycan in the window, mouth hanging loosely. He stood quickly, fearing the once peaceful man, now deadly creature.
The Beast was royally pissed off. Someone dared attack his cub in his den? He was going to taste blood! The rational side, Gar spoke quickly in his head.
No Beast! We can stop this from happening again! Catch him, but don't kill him!
The Beast acknowledged the saner side of himself, he leapt mightily toward the sniper on a distant rooftop, going through the window the shot had pierced. As he leapt, he looked back seeing Raven scoop up the children. The other Titans had entered the room and Starfire was flying after him.
He landed heavily, twelve feet from the man, crushing the air conditioner beneath his claws like a soggy cardboard box.
Bang!
A shell hit the Beast, who, though staggering slightly, was barely phased by the hefty slug.
The man had grey greasy black hair and a thick stubble on his chin. He looked scared and smelt of fear and urine.
The Beast brought to bear a viscious back-handed blow to the would-be assassin sending him to the bricked roof easily. The Beast grasped the enemy in one hand and leapt back towards the Tower.
_Who is the assassin-sniper dude? Why is the Beast listening to Gar? And what is the square root of pi? The answer is the same for all of these questions: No one knows...
Goodbye.