At long last Wild Child spotted... himself? He blinked once, fighting to understand just what was going on, only a fraction of a second and he decided it did not matter. Strange things happened, there were mutants who could mimic the appearance of others, the world was a fucked up place. All that mattered at the moment was that someone was carving Jason open, and if anyone was ever going to do that, it was Kyle himself. He was putting up with the crazy old fuck, if anyone had the right, it was him.
All at once the feral launched himself forward, slamming his shoulder hard into the body of the illusioned impersonator, his other hand whipping around to sink sharp claws deeply into the arm of the already bleeding feral. He reached out a back foot and shoved off the bed while still latched on to the illusion, throwing them both to the other side of the room as he attempted to slam the other to the ground and hold him there, pulling himself up far enough to start stripping the other's face and neck of any flesh he could sink his claws into, horribly aggressive snarling sounds leaving his throat as he poured all his rage into stripping the life away from the false Kyle. Blood, slivers of flesh and a mixture of fur and hair flung across the room, sticking to the walls and furniture, it probably producing a terribly gruesome scene for anyone peering into the room.