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Zeke stared at Victor, blinking a few times as he was suddenly just... motionless. He wasn't sure anymore who was at the reins of his mind, but it wasn't exactly unwelcome to have him not threatening them for a bit. It was hard not knowing what his next outburst would be, or when it would occur, he couldn't imagine what it is like to no longer be the sole occupant of your own body. It was... sad. This time, at least, the injuries were superficial.

After a moment of silence, he sighs and looks over at Alexei.

"I didn't know," he mutters, rubbing the side of his neck. "Sorry. But, it isn't really his fault either, I just didn't think he'd... or more like whatever is in him would, y'know, just explode like that. Still, I uh, made a bad call there."

With things calming down, Viktoriya herself started to calm, the noise had quieted, at least a little. But something else soon took precedence, something was approaching, her head snapping around and ears flaring out, a smell entered the air.

"Danger," she growls, turning towards its origin, getting down on all six, readying herself for whatever may be coming. "Incoming."

Zeke too turns to look where she was pointing, soon he too started to hear something faint.

"Damn, they took the advantage," he says under his breath. While they were trying to restrain Victor they started moving in against them. "Strike at any sign of weakness, like a good soldier. Get in position, we don't know what they are packing this time!"