Oh Kyle wanted to hurt him. He wanted to rip his flesh and make him feel the pain and the helplessness and fear and anger he felt while caged by the MLF. He wanted to hurt each and every one of those people individually, but since Bones was all he had access to, Bones would have to suffer the brunt of his wrath. Wild Child had been wronged, he had been hurt, and he intended to hurt back, he had waited far too long to hurt back. He clearly did not consider revenge a dish best served cold.
The distance between himself and the panicked man was closing, and a dark, bloody glee filled his rather savage mind. He all but had tunnel vision, mouth watering at the anticipation of the feeling of tearing flesh and the sweet, coppery taste of blood flooding his senses. Oh he wanted it. He wanted it so badly, he did not even notice the other figure sprinting towards them. He threw his body into the air, large hands lashing out with the intent of hooking skin on the razor sharp fishhooks that were his claws. Start the bleeding, spike his awareness and deepen his blood lust, let the game of cat and mouse become more interesting. Kyle was ready to play with his food.