Itzel stares blankly over the room of people he is forced to work with, he ran his main hand over his messy brown hair sometimes his fingers got caught on split ends it hurt but he got them though it sooner or later but it didn't really matter, compared to what he went though in his experiment. His eyes still stings when he's in bright room, as well in complete darkness. His scars sting when he touch them. And now his mind will only react to extremes with every emotional reaction he has. But it could be worse, some of his 'allies' went completely off the deep end and are barely human now. He was lucky, he still feels human if now a really reactive one.
The insufferable leader of his team walked though the locked door of where the groups were waiting. The man is named Phoenix Valentine, a man who bloodlust was equal to the fuck ups post-expairments. So this man is not to be trusted with life, but Itzel's life wasn't worth anything so Itzel simply stayed the reactive weapon of theirs until they were finished with him or he died. The latter was for the best for the world if they really are trying to make a better world.
After 'Nix' finished telling them his plan to kill the terrorist and get some important thing or person, but he wasn't paying any attention, all he needed to know was that he was here to 'fuck shit up'.
As their transport landed Itzel sighed and got ready for combat, a cold smile grew on his face with a soft red glow of his eyes showed his massive shift and personality, since now there's no need for doubt, just determination. Itzel glide his fingers over the metallic shaft of his weapon, the Shadow Digger, as he walked off the ship into moonlight where his eyes glowed brighter, perspective people could see that his shadow moves on its own.
As Faunas scrambled around for weapons and cover, Itzel's allies started cutting them down, Itzel watched as they do so, his Semblance was powerful but he shouldn't waste it on hapless targets, it like using an explosive on a child. But not as messy. As Itzel watched them attack, a few of the Faunas noticed him and decided to attack him hoping he wasn't prepared to defend himself. He was. A quick secession of gunfire ranged in the area, but a shadow wall raised from the ground to defend him as the bullets were fired at him, Itzel looked at the attacking faunas with his glowing eyes, to them he was a was a monster, they weren't far off. Suddenly his shadows lashed out at the shocked Fuanas, the shadowy tendrils stabbed and slashing away at them, making quick, messy work out of them.
As the group were 'surronded', they soon attack with such intensity that it would be written down in Faunas history. Itzel decided to play a more supportive role, but he was still getting kills. Itzel's shadows protected his allies blind spots while he used his enemies own blind spots and cut them down into ribbons as they were too busy with his more overt 'allies' to noticed that their shadows were rising up from the ground to kill them, but with so many things to focus on he is near defenseless with only the barest of shadows to fend off loose bullets, this was so keep he could keep his focus on the battle at large.
This is much more fun then any pratice dummy. The agonized screams of terrorist was music in Itzel's ears.