Lucian had to move quickly. The older man had started an assault on him much like the other girl, claws glinting on his fingertips now. He ducked, slid, and dove every which way to avoid the man's new weapons as he cursed to himself. What were these people? I had figured there had to be other magical beings out in the world. How else would the research people change them into these monstrosities if they didn't somehow have DNA from the source? But he wasn't sure what exactly these two were, that was until the girl Aneria was fighting went flying into the open front door. He couldn't take the time to see just what was going on Aneira because the one time he took a glance, the old man sliced him across the collar bone and he couldn't risk another wound like that. So he just kept moving, dodging, and slipping just out of the old man's attacks. That was until suddenly a large wolf slammed into the old man and sent him toppling over into the hallway. 

Lucian whipped his head around, hoping that the wolf he saw go flying wasn't Aneira and felt a wave of relief when he saw her in her own wolf form, panting and growling just behind him. So they were werewolves. Well, at least now he knew what they were fighting. Within in instant, he activated his own transformation and he felt the familiar burn as the angelic runic language slid along his arms and chest. The blue markings settled down into his flesh and his wings burst from his back, spreading out wide behind him. He could feel his hair elongating as his shift finished and he rolled his shoulders as he prepared.

The two in the hallway slowly stood up from the ground, the older gentlemen locking his eyes on Lucian and the wolf snarling as she bared her teeth at Aneira. 

“Look,” Lucian said with a sneer, “We didn't have to do this. We don't want to fight. We just want to be free and safe. You don't want us here, fine, but if it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll get.” He flared his wings out in an aggressive posture as the old man crouched down into an attack stance. Then he was moving, just as fast as before. It was as if he didn't suffer any kind of damage from a giant wolf barreling into him and forcing him out of the apartment. 

Lucian let out a cry of rage before he ran up and met the man. He grabbed a hold of the man's hands and they stood off against each other, pressing firmly on each other and twisting this way and that to try and get a upper hand on the other. The wolf man, in an attempt to catch Lucian off guard, released one of Lucian's hands and went for a wing, however Lucian took this chance to twist his body, slamming his hip into the man's own, twist his arm over his shoulder, and bend down fiercely. The man came hurling over Lucian's shoulder and slammed hard into the ground, the air leaving his lungs in a loud “oomf”. Lucian twisted the arm he had, bringing his knee down hard on the man's chest to keep him disorientated and tried to get him in a hold to lock him down. However, the arm he had a grip on slimmed down and Lucian could feel fur growing out from under his grip. 

He cursed loudly as he jumped back from the old man as he began to shift into a large white werewolf. This was quickly getting out of hand. “Fuck this, man.” He muttered to himself, unsure of how he was going to help Aneira face off against two werewolves. He didn't have claws. He didn't have fangs. All he had was superior strength and wings.