Thread: Coup de Ville

Reagan simply shrugged to the crowd when there was no one that was coming out his way. It was a rather disappointing moment for him, but soon enough all of that came to a screeching halt when he felt specks of blood spattering onto his clothes and skin. Looking down, and then sniffing at it, he recognized that that came from someone somewhere, but what was causing it? Looking across, he spotted two orcs that looked as though they were going to town on each other, much to the delight of the crowd and strangely after a little while, to him as well as indicated by a grin on his face. But what he didn't know was that they were under some sort of trance that was making them do all of that. But again, who was he to care? They could tear this place asunder and Reagan couldn't care any less. But the one thing he knew for sure was if those two were coming this way to get their hands on him, they were going to be in for one hell of a shock when they saw his altered form. Sure enough, he saw the two orcs coming his way, causing him to start backing away slowly at first and before they toppled onto him, Reagan dodged out of their way then rolled back up onto his feet near the crowd. Some of the other gatherers here were demanding that he get out to them and get them out of pit however they so chose, while a few handfuls of them were demanding that he turn towards that form. Snickering and pointing at them as he looked towards the crowd, he shouted out if they wanted to see him tear those two apart. When he got his approval with a resounding approval, Reagan swung a fist up in the air again and snarled his question again, getting the same but louder approval from them. At that point, Reagan soon cupped his hands over his mouth and drew in a deep breath before releasing a piercing howl up to the ceiling above him, one that seemed right in time with a high pitched wail from the lead guitarist when he broke into a solo. Soon enough, Reagan dropped down to one knee and placed his hands out onto the bloodstained ground and within moments as he felt an adrenaline rush surge through his body, the metamorphosis took place right in front of them. His teeth were gnashed tightly together as his canines literally grew into inch and an half long fangs, his body mass began to ripple with steadily increased muscle which tore through most of his clothes save for his jeans - which soon became tightly fitting shorts now - accented with dark grey fur and his physical features adopting that of his beastly state. his current form was a staggering 6' 10 and looked as though it was about 300 pounds worth of monstrous proportions. Once the transformation was completed, Reagan emitted a hellish snarl as he aimed his eyes towards the two dueling orcs. Without hesitation, the massive werewolf rushed towards the two with a primal instinct then stood up onto his feet. Once up and within striking distance, Reagan lifted knee up and connected it directly into the first orc's stomach, driving the wind right out of him then backhanded him, dropping him to the ground below. Looking over to the other orc now, Reagan lunged at the other orc and took him down rather easily then pinned him down to the ground. Without wasting time, Reagan drew one hand back in a fist but grinned savagely as he uncurled his fingers, unsheathing half inch long blackened talons. Mercilessly, Reagan would then proceed to hack and slash these claws of his all across the face of the second orc he had down at least a good 15 to 20 times before he stopped. Soon enough, he stood up onto his feet once again and emitted the same deathly snarl to the crowd once again.