Meanwhile….
Brad tensed as he saw the signs of Schuldrich coming out of it. He held the syringe close to the red head. You see, he had to time this quite carefully. Too soon and Schuldrich would still wake up rather psychotic, too late and he wouldn't have a chance to sedate the telepath at all. "Well, " he thought as he took a deep breath, "Here goes nothing…"
Schuldrich's eyes snapped open, revealing an unearthly glow behind their normal jade green colour. The American could feel the telepath banging away at his shields as he rose. Crawford lunged, managing to be only the tinniest fraction of a second too late. The other man had brought about his arm and smacked the syringe out of Brad's hand with bruising force. Schuldrich growled, a sound which the hairs on the back of the pre-cog's neck to prickle involuntarily. Swallowing his sudden uneasy, he lunged forward, going for the precious dropped object, only to be met with the telepath who was going to stop him. Just for the record, he was very glad that Schuldrich was normally on their side.
Their fight ranged all over the room, knocking over furniture and lamps. Hell, they even crashed into the dresser mirror. Brad was still smarting from that, glass shards hurt. However, he had to keep trying. The whole household's sanity depended on it. Finally, he came up with a desperate ploy. He chalked the sheer recklessness of it to being at the end of ones rope. Exhausted physically from all the fighting and dodging, and mentally from blocking the telepathic attacks all the time. It was getting to be so much that even his shields were beginning to crack.
The next time he got hold of the syringe, he stood up by the wall. He just stood there, arms wide open to receive the attack. The beast that was in control of Schuldrich probably knew it was a trap, but it charged anyway, right smack dab in the middle. Brad closed his outstretched arms as he was slammed against the wall and jammed the needle straight into the flame haird man's back where the sedative took quick effect. Sliding them both down to the floor, he paged Nagi's beeper, telling the boy and his companion that they could come home now. Then the ebony haired man closed his eyes, passing out from exhaustion; it had been a long night. For the both of them.
Even surrounded, Weiss was a formidable foe, as the Krickter troops were finding out to their chagrin. The three men were fighting so hard, that they didn't hear the screaming from the other rooms until it was upon them.
Aya whirled at the sound of a loud crash behind him. He thought it was the agents bringing out some new weapon to use against what was left of his group. His mouth was set in a thin, hard line of determination, do or die. His eyes widened as he beheld the beast.
"My god…." Was all he could say as the werewolf tore through the agents like a super heated knife through butter, or super heated claws through flesh. Blood covered the creature from muzzle to hind claw, and then Aya got a good look at its eyes. Instead of the solid colour they had been the first time he saw the thing, they were like amber glass superimposed over the normal eye of the boy that dwelled within. This could only mean one thing, the Katana wielder concluded, was that Ken was at least in semi control, but on an unstoppable killing spree.
Howls and growls filled the room, they were almost enough to cover up the gunshots and the screams from the fallen wounded. There was no stopping the beast now. So deep it was in its bloodlust, that any wound it received, well, received no notice. It was an absolute bloodbath. All the other Weiss members could do was stand back, knowing that if they interfered they might be caught up in it as well, and that would be disastrous. And so, Ken, werewolf and last of the Chairoi Ookami clan raged on in his vengeance for his past and present packs.
Brad tensed as he saw the signs of Schuldrich coming out of it. He held the syringe close to the red head. You see, he had to time this quite carefully. Too soon and Schuldrich would still wake up rather psychotic, too late and he wouldn't have a chance to sedate the telepath at all. "Well, " he thought as he took a deep breath, "Here goes nothing…"
Schuldrich's eyes snapped open, revealing an unearthly glow behind their normal jade green colour. The American could feel the telepath banging away at his shields as he rose. Crawford lunged, managing to be only the tinniest fraction of a second too late. The other man had brought about his arm and smacked the syringe out of Brad's hand with bruising force. Schuldrich growled, a sound which the hairs on the back of the pre-cog's neck to prickle involuntarily. Swallowing his sudden uneasy, he lunged forward, going for the precious dropped object, only to be met with the telepath who was going to stop him. Just for the record, he was very glad that Schuldrich was normally on their side.
Their fight ranged all over the room, knocking over furniture and lamps. Hell, they even crashed into the dresser mirror. Brad was still smarting from that, glass shards hurt. However, he had to keep trying. The whole household's sanity depended on it. Finally, he came up with a desperate ploy. He chalked the sheer recklessness of it to being at the end of ones rope. Exhausted physically from all the fighting and dodging, and mentally from blocking the telepathic attacks all the time. It was getting to be so much that even his shields were beginning to crack.
The next time he got hold of the syringe, he stood up by the wall. He just stood there, arms wide open to receive the attack. The beast that was in control of Schuldrich probably knew it was a trap, but it charged anyway, right smack dab in the middle. Brad closed his outstretched arms as he was slammed against the wall and jammed the needle straight into the flame haird man's back where the sedative took quick effect. Sliding them both down to the floor, he paged Nagi's beeper, telling the boy and his companion that they could come home now. Then the ebony haired man closed his eyes, passing out from exhaustion; it had been a long night. For the both of them.
Even surrounded, Weiss was a formidable foe, as the Krickter troops were finding out to their chagrin. The three men were fighting so hard, that they didn't hear the screaming from the other rooms until it was upon them.
Aya whirled at the sound of a loud crash behind him. He thought it was the agents bringing out some new weapon to use against what was left of his group. His mouth was set in a thin, hard line of determination, do or die. His eyes widened as he beheld the beast.
"My god…." Was all he could say as the werewolf tore through the agents like a super heated knife through butter, or super heated claws through flesh. Blood covered the creature from muzzle to hind claw, and then Aya got a good look at its eyes. Instead of the solid colour they had been the first time he saw the thing, they were like amber glass superimposed over the normal eye of the boy that dwelled within. This could only mean one thing, the Katana wielder concluded, was that Ken was at least in semi control, but on an unstoppable killing spree.
Howls and growls filled the room, they were almost enough to cover up the gunshots and the screams from the fallen wounded. There was no stopping the beast now. So deep it was in its bloodlust, that any wound it received, well, received no notice. It was an absolute bloodbath. All the other Weiss members could do was stand back, knowing that if they interfered they might be caught up in it as well, and that would be disastrous. And so, Ken, werewolf and last of the Chairoi Ookami clan raged on in his vengeance for his past and present packs.