~Craven~
Even with the aid of the blood filming his eyes over and blotting out most of the light, the beam was so intense he could only look at it with a strong wince in his eyes. He could feel the sensation of his flesh wanting to boil in the intense light, though thankfully it was not direct sunlight and therefor just an irritation.
Those thoughts were short as a shot sounded from the side hatch of the helicopter, followed by a distinct pinch of pain somewhere on his own body. Though with the amount of mass he had produced to take this form, he knew that he had been hit. Several more shots rang out and thanks to the light, not even a muzzle flash could be seen beyond its halo. Now he was definitely sure that he was being hit and where, several rounds riddled across the back of his beast like form and the pain was now different. He did not know what they were using, but it burned and seared at his flesh. Tearing its way through his body and broiling where the round stopped, causing his body to frantically shift the invading piece outside of itself.
He looked at hunter, who had taken too his feet, despite the eight inch bone jutting from his shoulder. His body forming a thick sheet of bone in order to stop the rounds from penetrating, as he looked on. "Always something.. always another time." He realizes that his time is growing short, his body was shifting mass to grow the armor and right now its right side was beginning to wilt. Turning itself to ash as he could feel the life leaving it, never to return and grow again.
Craven grits his teeth and pools the last of his strength as he can feel life leaving most of his body. Grudgingly, he pulls a large section of his large arm back, chucking blocks of concrete towards the helicopter. Finding little purchase, but causing the pilot to pull away for several moments. He eyes locked on Hunter as the left arm dug into his body and gripped around himself and tearing the two bodies apart. With no words, he tore himself from his new shell and chucked his upper half from the roof. The larger sections quickly dissolving, burning away into ash as he cleared the edge. Laughing as he careened through the air and over the skyline lite night.
He fell for what seem like a full minute, knowing the building was high. Though he sadly underestimated its range and could only place a cringe on his face in anticipation of the impact, which turned out to be wetter then he initially thought.
Never did he expect to land in the fountain of a dinner club, though the water was only three feet deep and he found himself splitting the stone lining the bottom. As his mangled form floated up from the bottom and he could see a small crowd of faces gathered around, a waiter looked on and leaned in. The addled face of a wasted youth on him as he spouted some of the dumbest words ever heard in such a situation. "Dude.. Are you alright?" Craven floated there with just his torso and one arm and maybe even just a majority portion of his head, including the lack of depth perception. Which meant that either an eye was torn out, or burst in reaction too the impact. Despite that, he just looked back at the young man and spoke "Donner.. party of one." His arm burst from the waters surface, fingers snapping into place and wrapping around the mans throat "I'll have the carnivore special." He proceeds to draw the man in as his face warps open, becoming a gaping maw. The onlookers both, scream and run for their lives as his head burst like a ripe melon.
They ran as the commotion in the fountain sloshed and sprayed water in all directions, only for the action to slowly die and the sound of Craven's body settling to rise over the noise. Rising from the waters as they settle, Craven was looking refreshed, wiping the water from his face and head. He wore the pants of the waiter, though how he got them on while eating the waiter alive was a question better left unasked and despite the water, they were heavily stained red around the waist.
He looks up and notices the he fell through a veranda on the way down, still able to see the now, circling helicopter as it searched for him on the rooftop.
Barefooted he scrambled from the fountain and only stopping to yank a coat from the suspended wrack. Tearing through the reception door and out into the street, speeding down an adjacent alleyway.