[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]