[u]Spinning in place, Lothran's movements become panicked and jerky as he begins to remember the events that led to his unfortunate state. Feelings and emotions long forgotten begin to flood back as he comes to a startling revelation: [i]He had been helping the one he had sworn to destroy.[/i] Shame flows into his mind, depression tearing at him as he struggles to remember what he has done while in a state of ignorance. Part of him longs for the peace of not knowing, but the feeling is quickly drowned in hatred and self loathing for both himself and Irina. Turning towards her, his body begins to shake as he realizes what had happened.[/u] "[i]I-I... You... What... W-what have I done?! You did not kill me, but instead used me as a plaything! I... I have no words for this...[/i]" [u]As he cradles his head in his hands, a laugh starts to echo throughout the large simulation. Madness has taken a grip upon the hunter, the lust for blood finally having a large enough foothold to drive him into the complete state of being blood-drunk. Drawing a small vial from his clothing, he raises it above his head in wonder.[/u] "[i]You know... I've never used this before. I feared the transformation which might follow, but now... I simply can't resist with you standing right here in front of me...[/i]" [u]He brings the vial close to his body, cuddling the forbidden blood of a young god... The Orphan of Kos.[/u]

[i]The Vileblood's eyes widened suddenly as she bolted up from her chair, shaking her head and mouthing "No!" towards Lothran. As much as she would enjoy killing him, she couldn't have another death on her hands. Or she would most likely be considered an enemy of the Dojo once more. Even worse, it was all genuine; Irina didn't want the Hunter to resort to whatever the hell was within the vial.. After she bolted up from her chair, Irina suddenly drew her Evelyn and aimed the weapon at Lothran's hand with the vial, her finger pulling the trigger as a bang suddenly sounded, a bullet speeding towards Lothran's hand.[/i]

[u]As the bullet collides with his hand, it tears through the bone and flesh creating something that looks like you stuck in a blender. The bullet shatters the vial, the Orphan's blood spraying all over Lothran as it mixes with his own. Screaming in agony as the blood starts to burn at his skin, it seems to come alive with a will of it's own. It tears into the wound that was his hand, flooding his throat and lungs with the putrid blood. It seems to multiply and grow exponentially, pouring into ever crack it can. His screams become gargles as it clogs his windpipe before Lothran falls to the ground. His body seizes up in disturbing twists and cracks as his body becomes deformed and mutated, his clothing becoming a part of his own body. He grows to a size of about nine feet tall as he struggles to stand up. The eyes that were once glass have become flesh, and the mask a sort of hard chitin encasing his head in a protective shell. His arms twist and elongate with sickening cracks and pops. The Blades of Mercy seem to have fused with his hands, creating a long claw-like appendage. As the transformation begins to halt, a soft weeping can be heard from the beast once know as Lothran. It looks up, reaching out one of the claws that used to be hands towards Irina, as if asking "why" before collapsing to the ground once more.[/u]

[i]As the slight smoke in the air faded into nothingness, Irina's face was revealed while it was contorted into a look of disturbance, but also of slight pity. She lowered the pistol slowly, but not before reloading it with a secondary silver ball, just in case.[/i] [i]The Vileblood woman then reached for the decorated brass sheath at her side, retrieving a long, sharpened steel and brass katana from it's metallic interior. The weapon was elegant and beautiful, crafted with skill only before seen in the forbidden country of Cainhurst. While the guard and handle were brass, a serrated knife protruded from the end of the weapon's hilt, although it looked as if it was separable. The weapon was a Rakuyo; the weapon of choice for a famed huntress long ago.[/i] [i]With the reveal of the weapon, Irina grasped it's handle with her right hand as her grip tightened on her Evelyn's grip, before she began to slowly approach what was once Lothran. She felt terrible for the man..but only one thing could be done for him at this point. A quick, painless death was what he deserved.[/i]

[u]As she nears, the corpse does not stir. Now in closer vicinity, Irina can see the body clearer and in more detail. The mask has become a hardened organic surface, fused with the twisted and deformed body of the poor man. The mouth of the mask hangs slightly open, revealing rows of serrated teeth running along the ridge of a bird-like beak. The eyelids are shut firmly, pitch-black feathers covering the mutation's whole body from head to toe. The arms of the man have lengthened to about five feet of lanky muscle sinew covered in tight skin and feathers. At the end of each arm are what appear to be three long blades of chitin that appear to have the density of steel. The feathers that cover the whole body are quite terrifying to look at, as they looked hardened in their blackened state. Wherever they emerge from the skin blood can be seen dripping in small amounts, as they had been forced in only a few moments before. Once Irina's about five feet away from the motionless corpse, the eyes suddenly snap open. Completely covered over with a milky white substance, the beast's head snaps towards Irina's position. Spinning in a wide circle, the beast swings it's arms towards Irina as it stands up to a height of about fourteen feet tall. Screaming a screech that tears into the ears of anybody unfortunate enough to pass by, the monster lunges towards Irina in an attempt to impale her. All sense of revenge has left the once man now beast, only the sense of bloodlust powering his feverish movements of aggression.[/u]