Val's nerves still felt like they were superheated, cooling down from the brief exposure to Mercy's essence that had so rapidly and completely changed his form. He was exhausted, in pain, and damn near the point where he might not be able to stay conscious. His rifle was still in the remains of his tent along with the rest of his weapons, and he wasn't even sure now how many different groups wanted a literal piece of him now.

[i]"Weak... can't even handle an immature copy of my form..."[/i] Mercy's voice rumbled through his mind.

[b]"Surrender your hearts. Or we open fire."[/b]

Val visibly twitched when the newcomers arrived on the scene, hands going for a weapon that wasn't there. Ravagers. Of course it would be the dusting Ravagers. With King Ravager himself in the lead.

"Getting shot or getting eaten... gosh, that's a hard choice to make," Val called out, rising again to his feet. He could feel Mercy chomping at the bit to be released again, but channeling the Wild's power himself again so soon after such a dangerously unbalanced transformation was far too likely to kill him.

Fortunately, he wasn't the only Wild-touched around. 

The man that had attempted to apprehend him suddenly changed as well, bones cracking and body deforming as vines seemingly grew straight out of the their flesh. It was a horrific sight to see up close... and one hell of a distraction.

Val forced his body to move, at first acting like he had panicked and broken at the sight of the man's change, but throwing himself into a dive straight at the shredded remains of his tent. With this many Wilds in play, he knew he needed his Abyssal Energy Handgun. Normally, he might have been tempted to let Ghost Corp and the Ravagers play things out and then take out the winner, but even he wasn't stupid enough to run the risk of the Ravagers winning. Whatever Ghost Corp had in mind for him and the women from Umbra, it would almost certainly be better than what the Ravagers did with their usual captures.