The blow successfully knocked two or three teeth free - but there were so many to spare that it scarcely seemed to matter. His head whipped back and then straightened again, the sound of static growing louder within him.

He didn't have much for vulnerability, stopping to examine it. He was emaciated, and there was the chance that the thinness might make him more apt to break, to tackle - but even before he had changed, pain was a faint sensation to Kevin. He would probably die before he really noticed that he was hurting, and that made him dangerous on a normal day.

Today, the blow mostly just made him angry.

Turning around to where she landed, he lunged toward her, movements erratic and vicious. But wait - something on the back of his neck was flickering, sparking out from charred black skin. Something mechanical?