[Salone]

Lev jumped backward, turning as he did. Iron sights that had been trained on him now swung wildly as their owners tried to escape the impending carnage. For the majority of them, it was too late.

The grenade detonated. The three soldiers within the five meter blast radius were reduced to mere chunks as heat seared them and shrapnel fileted them. Everyone else within fifteen screamed as they were peppered with flying metal. Trigger fingers squeezed down on reflex, firing off entire magazines in a mad reaction to the pain. Lev himself was not spared from the blast, sharp metal ripping chunks from his skin and cooking his unprotected flesh. Steel bits stuck out of his body, wedging themselves in to his flesh. They made messy wounds, digging odd holes and latching in to his muscle tissue. To anything else, the physical pain would have been impossible to overcome. But the physical pain was tied to the vessel only. But for now, he needed this vessel to work.

He ripped what he could from his body as soldiers died around him. The healing process would be easy for him, but it would sap him greatly. Feeling that his lust had been satisfied, Lev lay his head down on the blood and chunk stained floor. His own body was a complete mess, riddled with entry wounds and the nasty gash in both his cheeks. Easily passing for a corpse, he closed his eyes. He decided it would give his host time to rest before he came to. And amongst the carnage, he released his control over the body...for now.