[Salone]

Lev continued to feed on the woman, using his teeth to rip out more of her meat. Blood flowed freely across his face, making him a crimson mess. He bulled at the stringy bits of her trachea, warm blood gushing through his teeth. He was lost entirely, consuming as much as he could and as fast as he could do it. He ate a fair amount of the woman before looking up, eyeing the dozen or so armed men standing before him. He stayed at a low crouch, snarling as he prepared to leap. They were too far away. Too many guns. But that wouldn't stop him from devouring them if they attempted anything.

Slumber...

Lev blinked. It took him a moment to realize that he was staring down an assortment of armed personnel, all looking a bit horrified. The distance between them was a bit far, but even from here he could tell they each had the smell of fear. As he breathed deep, he noticed the choking smell of blood pressed against his face. He brought a finger to his lips and brought it away wet with blood. Looking down his front, he realized he was covered in it. Near his feet lay what remained of a body. He had done it again. There was no question. Realizing that he had been caught in the act, he turned back to look at the soldiers staring both he and Michael down.

"I make same happen, if you pull triggers. I devour you."