Victor didn't flinch as Kelvin came running; he knew the young commander was going to hate him for days because of this but right now he was too caught up in the moment to care. He was pissed right off, and there was nothing worse than someone with a temperament like Victor's and a lust to kill on his mind.
Once the young cadet was down Victor made it easy, turning the man over and slashing at the man's arms as he tried to defend himself, screaming the whole time. If this didn't draw any attention, he wasn't sure what would. He delivered a powerful blow to the side of the others head, easily rendering him unconscious, though Victor wasn't sure if he was living or dead. His uniform jacket completely shredded, lacerations on his arms and hands welling up and bleeding freely.
Kelvin had completely forgotten about what that collar did and promptly drew his weapon, an assault rifle, and fired on Victor as he turned to attack them, too. The feral knew Kelvin wasn't as stupid as he appeared to be, and when Victor was in a blind rage, having that primal side taking him over, the bloodlust making him completely crazy, that's when there was no coming back.
His growl and vicious animalistic cry seemed to resonate in the small area, his stance purely attack mode. Knees bent, arms down at his sides with claws and fangs bared. Then, he felt the sting of a bullet ripping through his chest, followed by another quick shot to his thigh that had him stumbling back a little, reeling from the pain. It was then that they used the collar, holding the button as Victor felt all of his muscles seize at once, unable to move even if he wanted to.
After a minute or so of shocking they let it go, and Victor unceremoniously fell to his knees, the other two soldiers rushing past him and attempting to gather their fallen friend.
"You killed him, Victor, you broke the kids Goddamn neck!" Kelvin had scolded, and Victor, still on his knees and panting hard from all that sudden exhertion, caught the bullets that his body pushed out of him and then tossed them to the ground.
"Start movin' quicker or your friend there is gonna be next." He warned with a snarl, getting up and dusting himself off, his slight limp evening out by the time he got back to Remy, taking his aviators back from the young man like nothing had happened, his hands, arms and shirt splattered with flecks of the young soldiers blood.