Re: Abaddon & Scion
There was indeed no time to think, and the shrieking of the alarm was making Scion a little disoriented in his vulnerable state. His muscles were still burning from the eventful climb, but his left arm morphed into a shield almost instinctively when he saw the guard who wasn't attacked bare his teeth at him, his finger on the trigger.
"Don't! I don't wanna hurt you," Scion said in a voice he barely recognized as his own as the first volley of bullets bounced off his makeshift shield. Out of bullets, the man let out a desperate yell, like a battle cry, and charged Scion. Pressed for time, with Abaddon's insults hammering at his brain and the alarm ringing in his ears, Scion fell back to his training. His body knew what to do, it was just that his mind had never truly believed he'd one day actually be forced to do it. The claws that were his right hand gathered into a blade, the shape spreading up his arm to the elbow. The guard virtually impaled himself on Scion's unyielding limb.
There was blood all over his arm. There was blood everywhere and the man's ruined ribcage had caught on his bladed arm and he could not dislodge him. Frederick wore a horrified grimace as he finally had to kick up his leg, plant his foot on the man's belly, and push him off his limb as blood and gore splashed everywhere. He stumbled blindly away from the corpse and caught himself against the wall as he threw up the whole contents of his stomach. He couldn't even wipe his mouth because he was all covered in blood.