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Krista looked at Silver, as if wanting to protest about going to the APC. But the moment she heard the amount of deathclaws on approach, she changed her mind. She entered the APC and closed the door. A moment later, her face appeared at one of the tiny windows.

Brutus turned his head as the beast tackled Palmy at such a fast speed. He wanted to help, but his weapons would only hurt Palmy, not help him. "Twixi! Help Palmy!" As Brutus turned around, another charged toward him and was much closer than before he turned the first time. He bit down on the pins in the grenades and pegged them both at the charging deathclaw. The one in his right (and dominant) hand crashed into the thing's skull, throwing it slightly off balance and slowing it down before it erupted into a pillar of flames. The second grenade landed close by to it, but not witht he same accuracy as the first. The deathclaw shrieked and flaied it's arms as it's hair and skin burned and it's inards began to cook. "Thats right! Burn!"

Brutus picked up his flamer and ran to Twixi's aide. He grabbed the dead body and yanked it off of her, then offering her an hand to help her up, and doing the same for Palmy.
"You guys alright? There's still two more around somewheres...."

Having stepped back from the assault, Silver was shaking badly. He stepped back one pace too far when something hard clubbed him alongside the head, drawing blood. Silver was thrown to the ground, the needle he'd been holding was forced into his arm. The moment he saw the liquid vanishing into his bloodstream, Silver cried out in shock. He attempted to stand up as the deathclaw approached him.

Guys... That chem was a combination of just about all the performance enhancing drugs in existance... Psycho, Buffout... Everything. This could turn bad...

The deathclaw was advancing on his baring its menacing fangs. Silver took a step back but a moment later he cried out in agony. He lifted his head back and let out and animalistic scream that made the deathclaw start.

As he did so, his limbs started pulsing and flexing. Slowly Silver began to change, his arms tore through the lab coat, his pants underneath made an ominous tearing sound. His head and various other parts of his body started flipping around randomly, much like a seizure. As his arms bulged out and his eyes threatened to tear themselves out of his sockets, he was tackled to the ground by the deathclaw once more.

Even before the deathclaw attacked, Silver started writhing in pain. Veins pulsed on his forehead and on his arms. His shoes exploded, showing feet also covered in veins. His hands balled into fists, and blood dripped from where his nails bit into his skin. Silvers' back rippled, muscles threatening to tear themselves out of his skin, large lumps appeared and shifted randomly. His knees seemed ready to snap, miniscule in comparison to his massive thighs and gigantic calves. A sickening tearing sound could be heard as the muscles in his arms tore through their fleshy prison, spraying the ground with copious amounts of blood.

Silvers' writhing stopped. Surprisingly he smirked, then started laughing. Maniacal, crazy laughing that made the other shiver, he sounded quite demented. As he did so, Silver rolled backwards, supporting himself with his back. More tearing could be heard as his back finally gave way and he pushed with all of his considerable might. The Deathclaw howled as Silver left dark blue bruises from the impact of his feet. Silver gave a final heave and lifted the Deathclaw of its feet. It flew a good four metres away before crashing to the ground.

Silver now stood, flesh hanging of his body, grinning sadistically.
The deathclaws' howl had alerted his pack-mate which now charged at Silver. Silver returned the charge with one of his own, bringing one of his arms back as he did so. The moment they connected, the deathclaw slashed a gaping wound into his stomach as he punched right through it's shoulder. Splintered pieces of bone and large chunks of flesh splattered the floor as the Deathclaw howled in pain and snapped its jaws at him, already weakening. As it began to fall, Silver pulled his arm back and delivered a devastating blow to the Deathclaws' face, leaving a sizable dent in its skull. It fell to the floor, silenced forever.

Silver turned towards the other injured deathclaw, now swaying horribly because of it's unbalanced arm. It gave a final roar of defiance and turned to stalk away into the wastes. Silver let out a laugh of enthusiasm and gave chase. He stayed stock still for a moment before thrusting against the ground, leaving footprints a mutant would be proud of. He ran with amazing speed and disappeared over a hill in pursuit of the deathclaw, leaving a trail of blood and torn flesh in his wake. A moment later, loud tearing sounds could be heard, accompanied by a single deathclaws roar, suddenly silenced with a crack.

For a few moments nothing happened, then Silvers' form appeared over the hill, bleeding profusely. He spotted his companions and staggered towards them.. No sooner had he began to move, that one of his legs folded underneath him, causing him to fall and roll in the dirt. He lifted himself up with one, bloody, dirt stained arm and let out a yell.

Help me! This pain is... Uwaaahhhhh!

His back could be seen shrinking again, as was his arms and one of his legs. His arm collapsed underneath him and he landed on it, hard. A loud crack was heard followed by another shriek of pain. Silver lay sprawled in the dirt, writhing once again as he slowly returned to normal, everything shrinking, skin falling loosely around him.

After a good five minutes, Silver had completely returned to normal. He lay, face down in the dirt, not moving, not twitching. A large blood pool collected around him, seeping from the wound in his chest, where muscles had torn flesh, and various other places.

((Better?))

((Yeah, I'll have to say that you have to change it, it falls outside the laws of reality, especially outside the boundaries of the fallout world. It sounds like you basically turned into a werewolf type of thing, which I can't allow unfortunately. The RP post itself was very well done and I enjoyed reading it immensely, which is why I regret saying that you have to change it since it is a good RP post and probably took you some time. Very well done, just you'll have to change it, sorry. sweatdrop ))

((It sounded more like a transformation into a werewolf or something similiar. I'd prefer if we stuck to the current chems that changes muscle mass, like Mutie, that's about all I'll allow on transformations of any sort unfortunately.))

((The post is fine now.))