[Salone]

Lev screamed in bloodlust as he barreled in to the armory. His scream was answered with the burst of automatic fire. A trio of bullets tunneled through is body, one of them entering one side of his face and leaving out the other. The only thing they affected was his trajectory. Mouth frothing with his own blood, he gnawed straight through a guard's neck. The dying man squeezed hard on the trigger of his gun, spraying automatic fire wildly inside the enclosed space.

The hail of bullets and the several reports of shots fired quickly brought more guards streaming in. Guards formed a half-circle around him, intent on opening fire if they needed to. Pausing from his brief meal, Lev raised his eyes to study those before him. They had not fired just yet. They were not distracted, but even he had physical limits. Too many bullets meant that his body would be useless, no matter how much control he exerted over it. He could heal this vessel, or at least keep it going long enough to serve his purposes. Deciding to save himself for the moment, he began standing slowly, making slow movements to indicate that he wasn't going to harm anyone...just yet.

And as he raised his hands, his thumb slid the pin from his one grenade, causing it to roll forwards as it hit the floor.