Snippet #2669863

The shot rang out, the bullet landed, and a loud, canine-like yelp of pain echoed through the Gardens, followed by the twirling of his body from the force of the bullet. He hit the ground with a thud, and Snow let out a small, low howl out of sight in the distance. Blood splattered on the ground and there was wheezing from James' body.

Soon however there was coughing, and he stood up, the bullet falling to the ground, covered in blood. "That was my lung, you prick." he growled, tilting his head to either side, neck popping loudly. He turned and yawned, his canines coming into view now as his eyes hung half open.

Unbuttoning his jacket he tossed it to the side before lunging forward, his 6'3 body a blur as he moved, aiming to grab the barrel of the gun with one hand, and then attempt to slam a car-window shattering punch into Russian's face. What would follow next would be a flurry of moves, providing they hit. A punch to the jaw, jab to the solar plexus, low round-house to the knee, followed by a spinning-hook to the head. He moved twice as fast as any Human could, and hit four times as hard. Assuming that none of these worked, he would attempt to then initiate a grapple.