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James Timber

"Lonliness isn't all my life turns out to be, it seems. Still no family....but at least I've got a friend."

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Scorpion01

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During his travels he came across a crate with a lone Wolf Pup inside, naming her Snow for her pure white fur, she is twice the size of any large dog now, and follows James everywhere he goes.

Name/alias:
-James Timber

Age:
-Physical:
--21
-Actual:
--25

Personality:
James is a very gentle, calm man. He is soft spoken and kind. For a very large man, he is exceedingly gentle with Snow and with his current partner/mate, Miray. He is a hard worker, he knows what needs to be done and when it needs to be done. He can be stern, unwavering-ly so when the time needs, and he is slow to anger. However his temper is deadly, with his strength getting the better of him and someone usually ending up dead. He is prone to anxiety and depression, particularly when Miray is not home with him for an extended amount of time, using her as a sort of emotional anchor for his life.

Physical Appearance:
-Height:
--6'3
-Build:
--Muscular
-Hair color:
--Black
-Eye color:
--Dark Green
-Skin Tone:
--Lightly Tanned
-Clothing:
--Black Travelers Coat
--Dark Green Shirt
--Brown Cargo Pants
--Black Shoes
-Armor:
--None
-Weapon(s):
--Knives
--Katana
--Claws
--Teeth
-Accessories:
--Bag full of mic. items.

Health:
-Physical:
--Healthy
-Mental:
--Stable
-Spiritual:
--Unknown

Abilities:
-Physical:
--Enhanced Senses
--Super Human Strength
--Super Human Speed
--Extremely Keen Balance
--Very fast Reflexes
-Powers:
--Transformation into Werewolf
---Werewolf Form:
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Attributes:
--Attack
---10/10
--Defense
---8/10
--Strength
---10/10
--Speed
---9/10
--Agility
---10/10
--Stamina
---8/10
--Awareness
---10/10
--Intelligence
---8/10
--Skill
---10/10

Weaknesses:
-Not a lot of control over transformed state.
-If his painful past is brought up while in the middle of a fight (Doubtful unless the opponent knows him personally or has been spying on him) then he will break down and be unable to fight.
--Side Note: Emotional break down may not occur immediately, or at all. He may transform immediately and attempt to tear his opponent limb from limb.
-Silver


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So begins...

James Timber's Story

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James nodded in response to her question. "Yea...I'm fine...." He glanced to the scar, covering it up with the end of his pant leg again. "Very old....happened when I was ...inducted into my first pack as a kid." He said; shaking his head to remove the memory from the front of his mind as he put the kettle on the stove and turned it on, yawning again; his canines in plainer view in the light of the kitchen. He opened a cupboard and sighed. "You want....Earl Gray or Ginger? I'm almost out of either; wanna use them before they go bad." He said.

As he reached for the boxes he let out the same feral, canine-like whine before letting out a pained yipe like a punished dog, and stumbling into the counter, knocking over a pot into the sink as he gripped his head with his left hand, right hand squeezing the counter hard as he breathed hard.

The lack of sleep was taking a huge toll on him; he needed to rest now....

But why didn't he? He'd said he was gonna make tea, that's why. James was good about keeping his word to Miray. Usually. The only thing he couldn't promise her is that he'd not worry himself half to death every time she left him alone for more than a week. He couldn't explain this strange attachment to her that he felt; but he felt...better with her around. Safer.

He let out another whine as he sunk to the ground, pained breaths escaping his throat as he groaned.

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The sounds of feet crunching in the gravel ground of the gardens echoed softly, each footstep heavy but deliberately so, in order to not startle anyone with his presence. The man walking through the city's most peaceful and beautiful portion took in a deep, slow breath as he enjoyed the smell of the fresh air for the first time in a while. He needed a good walk to clear his mind, it seemed. At his side as always was his faithful dog who looked more like a wolf, what with her large size and pure white fur. She sniffed around and never went more than a few meters from him.

James wore a large leather over-coat that went down to his shins, covering most of his body comfortably; and under that he wore a simple white tank-top and some brown cargo shorts; as well as his durable boots, made of the finest material and able to withstand years of punishment. He smiled and stopped to admire a patch of beautiful roses, looking down at them with a sense of belonging, though perhaps that wasn't the correct word.

Either way, he didn't feel so lonely, for the first time in a long while. He'd been sleeping better recently, and eating well, too. Why, just an hour ago he'd eaten a finely cooked Top Sirloin steak at a diner he frequented near his apartment. He blinked slowly and, still smiling, turned to continue down the gravel path, his faithful dog, Snow, following him happily; glad that her Master was feeling well, and was taking her on a walk again. Around her neck was a simple, but beautiful collar with the appropriate Dog-license noted with her name, and who she belonged to and where to return her should she ever be lost and found.

James' boots crunched in the gravel before he turned and faced another patch of flowers, stopping. Lily's....lovely. Absent mindedly he wondered what his Roommate, Miray's favorite flower was, and even fancied the idea of getting her a bouquet. He smiled; trying to imagine what her reaction would be; but then he shook his head, chuckling to himself while petting Snow as she sat beside him, panting softly, happy as can be.

He sighed and continued on until he found an open field within the gardens. He let out a sharp whistle and Snow barked a few times while from his pocket he withdrew one of her favorite toys; a thick felt octopus that was designed to be very durable even with rough dogs. So far it held true against Snow's playful onslaughts. So it was that the Werewolf began to play fetch with his beloved companion, tossing her octopus toy like a Frisbee, having her chase after it, bring it back, and give it to him so he could throw it again, giving her some much needed exercise.

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The sounds of feet running across the grass of the gardens echoed loudly, from the sound of it it was the panicked footsteps of someone running for dear life. A man was clutching a gut injury, a gunshot wound when he was ambushed by some sort of hitman wanting him dead. Looking around he quickly located a large enough bush and hid himself inside it, he soon heard a set of footsteps run past his hiding spot and breathed a sigh of relief, he had lost him.

"I suggest you make sure not to leave a trail of blood, makes it harder for someone wanting to kill you to find you." A voice sarcastically spoke before the man felt a fist connect to the back to his head sending him face first into the ground with an audible grunt. "But that just makes my job a lot more simple." the strange man grinned as he kicked the man in the side, causing him to roll over to meet face to face with his attacker. "Names Russian, I am your hitman for today."

"Wait sir! Please! Why are you doing this!?" The man pleaded as he struggled to escape. "Oh I can tell you the full story, it started by my employer calling me up and offered me a bunch of credits for you to be killed. You see, they are worried that you might reveal a little secret you know, and you are known to be weak at heart when it comes to being put under pressure. They find it much less stressful for you to be eliminated, its as simple as that." Russian shrugged as she shook his head.

"Please! Spare me, I promise I won't---" The man tried to plead but was subsequently kicked in the gut before having the barrel of a large rifle pressed against his head. "Business is business, I couldn't care less if you have a family or loved ones you want to stay with. I don't care if you promise not to speak. Unless you are offering more money then they did then I'm afraid your life is coming to and end right here and now. Nothing personal, guy has to make a living somehow." With that, Russian pulled the trigger and a single silenced shot pierced the silence. "That takes care of that, now its time to give my employers a call." He then brushed aside his uniforms sleeve and began to talk to a blurred out figure, he was talking casually despite the fact that he killed someone. "Jobs finished, I will be talking the other half of my payment now. And I must say you mob types always offer a surprising amount of money, the only other jobs that pay this much are military groups." He chuckled.

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The sounds of feet running across the ground made James' ear twitch, and Snow pause for a second. Was probably someone in a hurry making a short cut. But...wait he smelt....blood? He blinked and his lip twitched, snapping his fingers, Snow dropped her playful mood and her ears went back, head also going down.

It was as the werewolf turned that he heard the gunshot, and his eyes widened. The last time he heard a gun that powerful, his family died in his arms. Turning he found the assailant talking on a phone. His lip twitched again and his canines grew sharper and longer, and his hands gripped into fists. He was conflicted; did he charge and kill the assailant; who looked like a soldier, or hunter of some sort; that boiled his blood.

He HATED hunters. The urge to tear the man apart with his bare hands was growing faster than normal. Sensing the anger rising in her master, Snow's hackles raised and she snarled and barked viciously at the man calling himself "Russian." At an equally savage snarl from James, she stopped after barking twice more, curling around the back of her Master's legs and staying low, growling softly, hackles raised high.

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As Russian closed covered the device on his arm, he had hear the sounds of barking which got his attention. Looking where the sound came from he noticed a man and his dog who did not seemed please knowing that he had appeared to have killed a man. "Well looks like I attracted some unwanted attention, but I have nothing against you so you don't need to worry about me having to shoot you here and now. Names Russian, the best mercenary and soldier to ever live." He laughed as he turned around to leave, not taking another glance in his direction.

"Now I got a ship to catch, some money to grab and then I'm off to finish my job. You probably will never see me again but I don't really care, so you and your dog can growl all you want just just know if you try something I wont think twice about taking you out like I did to that person on the ground...huh...already forgot the guys name, guess I don't have to worry about him but now I have to find out where his relatives are...they also put a bounty on their heads, not as much as that dead guy but a little extra money never hurt. Anyways enough talking for me, I got more targets to take out so you have fun now." He soon began to walk away while waving back at the man.

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James was mere feet away now; having moved quickly with one extremely fast lunge. "That's all they are; targets? People like you disgust me. Hunting and killing people for sport. You're all alike; no matter your quarry, who payed you, how much you're being payed, your reason, whatever. All a-fucking-like."

He sighed and turned, shaking his head. "People like you are what killed my family; and continuously try to kill me....." He sighed again, whilst Snow stayed a distance away by a tree, growling, low to the ground and out of the way.

"Tell me....how much would the head of someone like me....go for on your particular market...I'm curious as to why hunter's even bother..."

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Upon hearing the mans voice which was much closer, instinctively Russian turned around giving him a glare. "And I should care why? I could care less if you think I disgust you, and I could care even less if your family was killed by hunters. None of this matters to me, its like you want me to feel bad about what I do and trust me, thousands of others have the said the same thing and tried to kill me to get me to stop killing people. You can tell what happened to them all since I am still alive." He laughed as he was now getting irritated by this man.

"You want to know much much your head is worth? Maybe you would go for...a thousand credits? Maybe more maybe less. I don't know, but right now you are getting on my nerves and that dog is also getting irritating with all the growling. So it would be in your best interest to turn around and leave or else I will find out how much your head is actually worth. So don't test me because right now I can tell you are testing me." He motioned at the rifle still in his hands.

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"A thousand? Huh....no wonder they keep sending dickless little shits to kill me." he yawned, snapping his fingers as he began to walk past the man, bumping his shoulder intentionally. Snow bolted off in the distance, making the long way around to meet up with James towards the exit, since he was headed that way.

"Course...then again, what kind of person hunts others for money? Guess you're all the same." he sighed, hands in his pockets as his head gently bowed, walking slowly; boots thumping on the ground. Whether the taunting was meant to make Russian make the first move, or it was just due to the extreme amount of hate was hard to tell. It was likely that both fueled the taunting, and perhaps curiosity as to what would happen.

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As the man walked past Russian, he couldn't help but slightly raise his rifle. "You know, I can tell when someone really wants to fight. And you are really asking for a fight." He knew that the man in front of him was confident about his skills, he was fast he would give him that but when it came to having a fight, he was not about to let a opportunity like this slide. He tapped on one of the floating icons on his arm, he was not much of playing fair but for now he was going to be the one to start this fight.

Now pointing his rifle at the man, he took a shot and backed away to clear the distance. If that man was fast he was going to have to be careful, no telling what he has under his sleeve, super strength? Mutations? Could even be a cyborg for all he cared. All he had to do was survive then he can easily teach him that he messed with the wrong guy.

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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.

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Russian almost jumped when the shot actually hit the man, he had thought the guy was actually all bark and no bite. But of course the man soon stood back up with the bullet he had just used falling back to the ground. He then growled when he mentioned the shot hit his lung. "Oh cry me a river, if you can live from a shot like that then your lung will just be fine." he commented as he got ready for the mans attack.

The man soon lunged at him, almost like a blur but with his genetic enhancements and a millennium of fighting experience he could easily cope with the mans inhuman speed. The first move the man made was to grab his gun which he gave up rather reluctantly but in the end it would be useless in close quarters, next came a punch aimed at his face which he just moved his head out of the way all the while moving his feet so he kept having room to dodge. He soon avoided a punch to his jaw by moving his head, a jab by quickly moving backwards but with how fast it was it still connected but the force was minimized enough so it did not have enough to incapacitate him, quickly jumed into the air to dodge the roundhouse to the knee and finally ducked the roundhouse to his head which knocked the cap that was on his head. It took a lot just to keep up with him but close quarters was not his strong suit without any specialized help. But what was bad was when the man attempted his grapple, with all the dodging he was out of room to avoid the grapple, however he had a plan to avoid this move and he crouched and tried to tackle the mans legs. He just had to buy at least a minute so his delivery could arrive.

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James grunted as the tackle collided with his legs. But regardless he bent over and wrapped his arms around Russian's body, doing his best to kick his legs back, and out of the man's arms before he could get a solid grip on them. Should he be successful, he'd proceed to walk around to assume a back-mounted position, and then attempt a Lion-kill Choke, or Rear Naked Choke, as many called it.

However, should he find himself unable to kick his legs out, he'd begin to pummel on the man's back, aiming especially for his kidneys in particular; to make him release his legs; which were strong, and damn near unmoving for a regular man due to his deep stance, and inhuman strength to begin with. The thought of transforming and simply eating this man now crossed James' mind, but no, he'd not transformed in almost a few months....he intended to keep it that way.

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Russian collided with the man legs and tried his best to get a good grip so he could trip him, however the man did not initially fall over which he was trying to do and the man soon grabbed his body and began to kick his legs out. The force of the kicks were powerful, his legs were soon growing in pain as the man tried his best to kick them out. He did his best to hold against the onslaught but soon the man began to pummel his back, more importantly the area where his kidneys were located. He began to grunt from the onslaught and his grip was slipping, the blows felt like a stones slamming into his back but he had been through tough situations before, and he would never be alive if he died a long time ago if he gave up from a little bit of force.

Soon he heard the familiar sounds of something falling in the sky, one things was falling from the sky. His ace had just arrived and he smiled. "Looks like I just...gained an advantage." He suddenly let go of the mans legs and rolled backwards just as a single pod landed in the ground. He soon jumped into the pod but it did not open up.

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James hopped back as Russian released his legs, and landed in a fighting stance. He wasn't even panting; in fact he seemed quite calm. Blinking slowly he stared at the pod. His muscles flexed and bulged under the skin, visible due to his wearing a tank-top at the moment. Scars lined his arms from previous battles.

His stance deepened with a bend of his knees, and he opened his fists to make claws with his hands; he'd rely on a more physically demanding fighting style, one that kept an onslaught of attacks going for as long as he needed. With that he lunged forward again towards Russian, body blurring as he jumped, throwing a side-kick that could shatter a concrete wall easily towards his foe.

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As Russian got into the pod, he was soon getting into one of his custom made mech suits, the suit itself was just a few feet bigger than his own self. He was soon quickly inside his mech suit and a smile crossed his face. "This is me going easy on you..." As soon as the mans kick connected to the drop pod shattering the rather fragile metallic material, Russian responded by attempting to hit the man with a haymaker punch to his body. "This is me going easy!" He shouted as he was prepared to unleash his punch.

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His kick landed, and the pod shattered; and whilst he was in midair the punch came. "Fuck." He curled into a ball and the metallic fist slammed into his body, sending him flying a good twenty feet through the air, only to skid along the ground. Almost immediately after, heart-wrenching cracks came from his body as it healed itself; and he arched his back in pain while it did so. Eventually, he stood again, a cut healing on his cheek as he glared at the man in the Mech.

"Easy, huh?" He growled, his eye shifting from green to yellow for a second before he returned to his stance. "Can't fight like a man, so you fight like a coward!" He taunted, pointing to Russian. He examined the suit quickly, eyes scanning for anything of value he could break.

Growling, he looked around; trees were nearby...perhaps he could use them to his advantage. With that he turned and bolted for them, quite visible as he wasn't trying very hard to get to them. Once reaching them he'd hop into one; knowing his foe would follow. Reaching above him he'd easily snap a branch off, making a jagged end. He'd then jump up, and attempt to land on the top of the mech, and jam the sharp end of the branch into the shoulder joint, using it as a fulcrum to try and tear the arm off; with his increased strength, it wouldn't take long before he managed to do so, providing that Russian would sit still long enough.

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"A coward I may be, but I was never one to pick a fight that gets me killed. Only fools believe in things like honor and bravery, in reality its a stupid mindset that gets you killed." Russian laughed as he watched the man bolt for one of the trees and snapped a branch off. He could have done something but he decided to wait until the man made his move, after all he had plenty more trick up his sleeve.

Russian watched the man leap into the air before landing on his mech, he then jammed his branch into his shoulder joint in an attempt to tear it off. Of courde he was not going to sit idly by while the man was busy tearing off his arm, so with a click of a button, two ports opened up above the mech and they soon began to fire of shells at the man to force him to get off. If the bullets did not shake him off however he would just have to activate even more gun ports to shake him off. His mech suit had no actual hand held weaponry on him at the moment, however it made up for this by being a weapon itself.

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The bullets came from the top, and James swung around on the branch, hanging onto it while he put his feet on either side of the shoulder, and then pulled hard once more on the branch; one last effort to disarm the Mech. He was bleeding, many of the them had hit him, and he was also starting to lose himself in the battle's rage.

His eyes turned yellow and he let out one final yank, the branch, and hopefully the arm of the mech, snapping off and making him make himself fly back another twenty feet, back-flipping into a landing, finally panting hard. He shook his head as he dropped to a knee, a hand going up to his face and clutching at it while the other went to the ground, gripping the grass hard into a fist.

His breathing started to become ragged and pained, more canine-like whimpers came from his throat as he breathed, and his teeth became sharper still. He looked back up to Russian, his eyes yellow, and full of rage.

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"God dammit! That's going to cost me some of my earnings!" Russian cursed as the cockpit of his mech suit began to flash red, warning him that one of his arms has been removed. He was now mad and was not going to mess around any longer, he was going to finish this fight quickly before more of his mech was trashed by this man. Pressing more buttons he contacted his ship to begin its descent to the planet, if he did not end him here he was going to make a quick getaway before city police arrived or more goody goody "heroes" coming in to crash the party.

Looking at the man who was now bleeding on the ground, Russian began to flick some switches in his mech causing the remaining arm to transform into a cannon that began to spark uncontrolably with energy. "It's been fun, but right now you are pissing me off, say hello to a specially designed tesla cannon capable of vaporizing matter to the atomic level, now be a good boy and hold still while this charges up. And trust me, if you don't move in time you can safely bet you wont be existing anymore. But of course the beam will still continue for a few more miles hitting anything in its wake, buildings, cars, trees, people, sure it might be a tiny bit overkill but like I said, I could care less about anything in my path and collateral damage is worth it just to see whoever fucked with me dies." Russian spoke casually as the cannon began to charge up. "Don't worry, when your gone I'll make sure to use your dog as my new scarf, always wanted one of those." He ended with laughter.

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Now his eyes stayed Yellow, and he slammed his fist into the ground. Every word that came from Russian only pissed him off further. So he let go. He let himself be taken over. Immediately after, his muscle mass exploded, and his bones snapped, rearranging themselves as his body convulsed violently and grew dis-proportionally at first before evening out again. Fur grew from all over his body as his muscles bulged and throbbed beneath his skin, and his face lengthened into a terrifying muzzle, teeth all sharper than diamond-blade knives.

He finally stood, bipedal and over ten feet tall, reared his head, and let out the most terrifying howl. The world itself seemed to resonate with the frequency of his howl, windows shattered, buildings cracked, trees fell. A shock-wave of sorts launched from his body towards Russian and his Mech. If said Mech was affected like the rest of the world, its electronics would begin to malfunction, the joints would begin to violently vibrate, tearing themselves apart, and the canopy from which Russian viewed the world would begin to crack.

After letting out his howl, James once more bolted towards Russian, this time on all fours, moving faster than many could dream of reacting to, let alone seeing. He'd aim to slam into the mech to either send it flying, or knock it onto its back. After which he'd hop atop of it, and his unrelenting claws would begin to tear and shred the body of the mech, aiming to tear it apart piece by piece. He would aim to slam the remaining arm down to the ground, gaping maw coming down to the shoulder to tear it apart as well.

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Russian watched curiously as the man began to physicaly change, his muscle massed exploded, his body convulsed, and most importantly his body began to grow fur and his features changed to appear like some kind of werewolf. "Well...I did not see that coming." He commented over his transformation getting ready to fire.

The man, or at this point the creature let out a terrible howl causing the world to resonate to its frequency, a sound attack and it was affecting his mech. The tesla cannon which was charging was now sparking out of control and the inside of his mech began to shower with spark as controls began to explode. "Things are getting out of hand! Looks like I severely underestimated this guy...Looks like I need to upgrade everything to resist sound frequencies in case an event like this happens, well at least now I have yet another strength to add to my list of strengths." He spoke as he began to fiddle with his mech to try and get it back into working order. But before he could even come close to fixing the whole system, James charged at Russian moving at an insane speed, slamming into his mech sending it flying before leaping on top of him and began to shred the entire mech, one piece at a time.

"Well things are looking quite bad, weapon systems are mostly offline and a giant ten foot tall furry creature is tearing my mech apart. By the time my ship arrives I might be a bloody pulp by then, but I am not retreating yet! Might as well take something of his like he has to me! Eye for a eye you flea ridden bastard!" He yelled as he opened one working gun port on the side of his mech aimed directly at the dog, Snow. If his mech was going to be destroyed he might as well take out that dog or at the very least force him to save the dog if he could even think at this point, whatever the case was he was going to do something in this crirical situation. And he was not worried if his ship came or not, he had another escape plan in case of emergencies like this one, but he would rather not waste such a valuable and very expensive thing just to get out of trouble.

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Whether by not losing any intelligence at all, or by sheer dumb luck, James' clawed hand would be in front of the gun as it began to fire, the bullets shot through his hand, and out of rage he pulled it back, slamming his other hand down to smash the port around the gun, which would cause it to jam. At the first sound of the gun firing Snow would bolt as fast as she could to a wall and hop over it in an effort to get behind it and hide from the bullets as some whizzed mere centimeters away from her slender body, fur coming out in tufts from that.

After Snow was out of the way or James was done trying to pummel the gun, he returned his rage to the glass from which Russian was staying surprisingly calm. Bringing both hands clenched in fists over his head James began to slam them down upon the glass. The cracks would spread from his fists in an instant, and would only last one, maybe two more hits from his body.

Providing that nothing stopped him, the glass would be shattered, and he would immediately lunge forward for Russian's throat with his muzzle, maw gaping and snarling viciously.

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Russian smirked at the creature on his mech was busy trashing his last remaining gun port. It appeared that did bring him a few precious seconds, and those few precious seconds meant that his ship would be swooping in right about now. His ship soon began to hover above the area waiting for its pilot to come out safely.

As soon as he saw this, Russian began to laugh at the creature as it hit the glass screen once. "Well then, looks like my ticket is here. You took far to long to finish me off bud!" He taunted the creature as it smashed the window a second time, before the third strike he flipped the creature the bird before pressing a button and ejecting through the top of the mech which was now lying on the ground just before the creature could tear at his throat.

Just as quickly as he has escaped, his ship lowered a rope for him which he took hold of. The rope would then ascend into the air, quickly so the man would not be able to catch him. "Well it was fun fighting with you, but I got things to do and people to kill. You can trust we will meet again and when we do...I will actually try a little bit. And trust me when I give some effort to do something, that something is going to be crushed. You should be honored, you are like the thousandth person that has made me put in any effort." He laughed before entering his ship, prepared to move to a different part of the city and finish what he was payed to do.

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James watched Russian leave, panting and snarling and growling as savage as ever; muscles bulging the entire time. As the ship took off, he growled and howled once more; the world itself once again resonating with his howl. Before long his howl turned into a roar of rage, and he picked up what was left of the mech, flinging it around and destroying every last piece of it.

It was by now that the actual Werewolf Hunters had gotten wind of his presence, and had tracked him down. Showering him with a spray of high-caliber bullets, he roared once more, and began to tear them apart limb from limb with his claws and his teeth. They also eventually fled, and James was left once more to attack inanimate objects to try and lessen his rage, if only a little, so he could return to normal; having previously given up his mind freely to the beast within.

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Russian places his feet on the control panel of his ship giving a sigh of relief. "You know...once I finish this job I wonder where I shall head to next? Maybe I should to a bar, I heard gambits tends to be lively. Or maybe I should just go out on another job just for the hell of it. Whatever, I'm sure fate has more things in store for me but first I should finish up on this contract." He slowly spoke to himself as he snagged a nice bottle of alcohol and took one long swig of it.

It was then Russian located and eliminated the last of his targets without any surprises, got his payment, and left wing city to go wherever someone needed his service, the universe was a big place but for some reason he always gets into the most trouble. What would his next adventure bring him? Well...that is a story just waiting to be filled.