[They haven't got much time. Either of them, if John has his guess about the other bloke being one of the new ones here. Once the time limits on their powers run out, they'll be sitting ducks if the monster's still around. He notes the change in direction and can't help but find himself impressed the kid's actually being strategic. He looks like he's rabbiting fast enough for it to be pure fear driving him. Perhaps speed was one of his powers, though.
Whatever the motive or design, John takes the opening he's given. He unleashes a volley of shots that knock the monster back and down, arcs of blue-white light sizzling across its writing form. When it gets back up this time, it's noticeably slower and black ichor is flowing like blood from the eyesockets he's shot out. It roars, but it's the sound of a wounded animal, not a predator.
John lines up the final blow, but just before he pulls the trigger, there's a burst of light, and he's back to his normal form.]
F... Kill it! Go for the eyes!
[Hopefully, the young man's transformation would last.]
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Whatever the motive or design, John takes the opening he's given. He unleashes a volley of shots that knock the monster back and down, arcs of blue-white light sizzling across its writing form. When it gets back up this time, it's noticeably slower and black ichor is flowing like blood from the eyesockets he's shot out. It roars, but it's the sound of a wounded animal, not a predator.
John lines up the final blow, but just before he pulls the trigger, there's a burst of light, and he's back to his normal form.]
F... Kill it! Go for the eyes!
[Hopefully, the young man's transformation would last.]