Beta Team races across the open field to fill in the openings left by the Gangrel clan. Many of the things minions are down; Art Morgan is pounding on the beast itself along with a handful of Archons that are still standing. All around the field lay mangled bodies, others half melded into the ground, scrabbling for release, crying out in pain.

The Colonel is at the front of his team, his shape changing as he leads the charge to battle. His eyes flit around the field, taking it in with the easy experience of one long accustomed to war. Just slightly behind him to his right runs JTM, his bat resting comfortably on his shoulder as he runs, an open beer in his other hand which he manages to sip from as he jumps over and around the broken ground between them and their target. The still well dressed James Downing of the Tremere brings up the rear with Lydia at his side.

Demonic seeming minions run at them as they close on the battlefield, The Colonel now appearing as a towering black bear with red eyes swipes through them, dropping them like flies. Some of them fly over his shoulder to be taken up by JTM’s swinging bat.

Suddenly the Colonel stops, the large bear shakes all over, tossing his head back and forth, roaring out in an air splitting sound that gives pause to the things attacking the team. The nine foot tall monster looks over at the bear and smiles, Art Morgan swinging at it even as it does so, hanging on to its arm.

Again a terrible feedback comes across the telepathic web, this time it brings Maddie to her knees. She wails as blood leaks out her ears and visions flood the web of what the Malkavian thinks has happened to not just Cicero… but now the Colonel, too.

The Colonel turns towards his own team, razor claws reaching out and grabbing James Downing tossing him up into the air. The Tremere screams, yelling something as he flies. A bolt of flame races from his hand towards the Colonel, slamming into his face. The bear head shakes again; the Colonel starts to turn, as if he might head back towards his original target, but then stops, his body shaking. He turns, towering over Lydia and JTM, his gaping jaw opening, razor sharp teeth leaning in closer, in moments it seems he will bite Lydia’s head off, but then JTM’s swinging bat intervenes.

The Colonel roars, turning towards the more apparent threat. Lydia screams and disappears from sight. JTM yells.

“God damn fuckers steal my TV! Steal my beer! This one is for Barbie you sons of bitches!” He swings the bat yet again, slamming it into the bear with inhuman strength, but little apparent effect. James Downing slams into the ground hard enough that he bounces off the turf and hits again, bones breaking loudly. He jumps up, despite his grievous wounds, ribs sticking out of his shirt and his suit torn and shredded. He mutters again making strange motions, once more flame leaps from his hand slamming into the Colonel.

The Colonel roars and turns towards James, then his body again begins to shake once more. He roars in anger just as JTM slams the bat into him again. “I’m in control!” he growls loudly barely understandable.

He looks across the field, his opponent surround again by Gangrel, Art Morgan still standing toe to toe with the creature but obviously hurt. His beast rising up inside him, he runs towards the Elder Gangrel, screaming out loud “Take it down now!” knowing deep in his own heart, that if they don’t stop that thing directly, all the other teams will die.