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((When the experiment emerges from the tank I can totally hear Solidarity by Enter Shikari playing as the theme music. Look it up, it fits the mood soooo well haha))

And then it happened.
Like a cobra in a defensive posture, Nathan had entered close enough to the experiment's vicinity for him to strike. With one vicious movement, the man had him pinned to the wall by the throat, his jagged metal fangs dripping with either saliva or the tank's fluid as he screamed in Nathan's face, his voice filled with blood lust.
Whoever or whatever this man was, it was clear that they weren't going anywhere with him still standing.

He merely turned his attention to this tall frail attacker, his tongue now lolling slightly from his mouth. The man's shoulder began to twitch and move, and a decent sized piston drove itself up through the skin and began to pump up and down furiously with a sickening noise like a hammer on a steak. Thick coils of metal soon burst from the wound and searched furiously on the floor before finding their amputated target. They dug deep within the arm and locked in place, pulling it back to the wound. As the metal began to stitch the wound, the artificial muscles shifted back into place and bond the arm together. Although the bone was still broken, this man obviously felt no pain as he began to swipe with metallic claws at this newcomer.

He twitched at this thought; moments later and all that came out was another ear-shattering roar. Then Ophiuchus' proof was made visible; everything in the room besides the walls and doors was dissolving into sand. Rapidly this bestial experiment had filled the room with some three feet of sand, and it was still rising as the machines continued to dissolve.
A tidal wave of a dune began to rise between the combatants and hurled itself towards the tall man.

Ophiuchus raised an eyebrow as the sand gathered around his foot and up his legs. "Well I'll be, I was right? And judging by the sand, you must be Set." It was a simple, logical observation made as Ophiuchus stood against the sand. "You shouldn't attack your elders, you know. It's generally considered bad manners."

Nathan placed his hand upon on of the computers, and it immediately dissolved into sand, as did the walls and the doors of the room. Despite the threat (three feet of sand and counting), Nathan was eager to see if a breif hypothesis would hold true - would the large locked door that Krauser left through dissolve as well? If it did, that would save Nathan a lot of effort.

Lin's eyes had lit up with the excitement at becoming a permanent addition to Dymetri's class. When school first began, she would have been mortified at just the idea of joining a night class would have repulsed her. However, Dymetri would be her professor, and as long as that was the case, the night class could actually be interesting and she could learn even more about herbs. Granted, it would be about some herbs that she had never planned on learning about, but knowledge was never a bad thing.

Her stomach had lurched slightly, though, when Dymetri had mentioned her masquerading as a vampire. She didn't... she couldn't be...

Lin breathed a huge inward sigh of relief when Dymetri quickly changed the subject. However, the absent look in his eyes quickly worried her again.

She shook her head in response to Dymetri's question. "No... I have heard nothing of the Headmaster. I thought he was here at the school. Did he leave for the weekend?"

Set lunged towards the God and gripped him by the shoulders, digging his claws into the flesh as he stared him in the face. His right eye was fully dilated; little to no mental activity lay behind it. What was originally perceived as a scope slid open to reveal a swirling vortex of horrid thoughts.
Ophiuchus recalled that Set had been the Egyptian God of Storms, Deserts, and Chaos. Whatever power this mechanized eye held, he was now trying to force it into the head of the serpent.