The meat was one in minutes. New scents told him that more guards had arrived, apparently to corral the other two mutants in the area. When he padded out from around the cart the female was getting up and the scent of electricity clung to her. The male was closer to her, his scent filled with worry. But their body language spoke of strangers. Handlers circled around and amused flashed through him as he watched them attempt one of his own arena tricks. A low growl rumbled in his throat, starting soft and below their range of hearing then rising until all in the vicinity were likely to hear it. One of them made a quick grab at the dragging chain. Raksha spun on his haunches just as fast, front paw whipping out to swipe the fool's arm, three inch claws ripping through flesh like paper. Golden eyes followed the man's stumble backwards, the scent of the crimson liquid pouring from between his fingers enticing. Prey. Uncoiling powerful muscles he stalked forward on silent paws, each movement deliberate and precise.
His movement was interrupted by the sudden fire of electricity burning along his nerves. He crouched, snarling in pain, ears flattened against his head in fury and tail lashing wildly. In this form the gift and curse of his second mutation offered no pleasure to balance the agony. The shock paused, allowing him a moment to breathe. Muscles trembled in the after shocks and his nerves still tingled from the current that blasted across them. Pushing up again to attack the creatures that came after him with chains and that fiery pain, he lunged at the one with the remote. The male stumbled back; he was the newest and clearly unprepared for the speed a tiger could pounce with. But the pounce was arrested by another flash of electricity. Muscles disobeyed and he went down heavily, stumbling onto his side. This time he didn't move right away, watching them creep closer with golden eyes glazed with pain, panting softly.