As Val dived for the remains of his tent, two shots rang out and he flinched, surprised that they weren't immediately followed by burning lines of pain piercing his vitals. He heard a body hit the ground with the telltale thump of a marionette with it's strings cut and he cursed loudly that it wasn't a ravager. He needed his weapons now!

Four more cracks broke the air. One shot went wide, striking a scrap of his tent and he threw himself flat at the sounds. Two more rounds struck the ground on either side of him, but the fourth found it's mark scraping a line of red hot pain along his ribs. He roared in pain, his connection with Mercy surging in red hot anger as the Wild's power tried to surge in his body once again. He fought down the instinct, he still wasn't recovered enough to risk another transformation and his control when assuming that form was severely lacking. 

[i]Wound. Maim. Kill... FEED![/i]

Val muttered a curse under his breath, throwing himself forward enough to throw aside part of his damaged tent and reveal his weapons. With the ravager closing in, his hand grasped for his knife and pistol. Once he felt their solid grips in his hands, he rolled to his feet, dashing as fast as he could towards the ravager moving in on him. He threw himself at the opponent with a near reckless abandon, trying to secure the kill quickly so he could use his weapons to give covering fire to VV and A.

Already he could feel Mercy stirring again, the red hot chains burning around his heart dulling the pain of the wound in his side. He didn't know if he would need the power yet, but the next time he unleashed it, it would be for the kill.