Bruce had given Lestat a fair warning. The vampire had the chance to back down and it seemed he was more amused with the whole thing as opposed to frightened or even perhaps a bit unsure. Bruce definitely didn't like his confidence. It was rather frightening. Confidence made people, or vampires, unpredictable.
His eyes shifted emerald, instead of their usual brown. His heart raced and his anxiety became overwhelming. He felt sorry for the people on the street. They were about to get the scariest show of their lives, in the middle of the City.
"You had your chance."
With that, Bruce's monster began to erupt. His skin became as green as his eyes, and even the color of his hair changed. He grew to a stunning seven feet tall and his muscles rippled and tore through the fabric of his shirt and some of the fabric of his pants. They stretched, lucky for him. He only wore pants that had the stretch feature installed in them for that very purpose. His weight increased from the usual one forty to over a ton.
With a roar, Hulk had finally emerged and before the vampire could blink the beast had punched through a brick wall and had managed to hurl a good sized chunk of rock at the creature. Hulk didn't care much for vampires. They were irritating. Like mosquitoes.