10-06-2004, 09:22 PM
He was sure his rage had put even certain members of his own team on the back foot, such was the suddenness and ferocity, but he couldn't help but to admit to himself it felt good to act on instinct rather than intellect. Continuing his assault through the disintegrating vampires, Hank eyed Toria from the corner of his eye. Even in this heightened animalistic state, his connection to her was still strong enough for him to know something was wrong. Throwing himself forward through their vampire attackers Hank paused mid stride as his eyes fell on the face of one of his oldest friends, now transformed into a creature of the night.
"Warren?" he asked in a semi faltering voice that nonetheless carried across the ever slowing battle. He had prevented himself from thinking about what would truly happen once they reached the mansion, but now such misgivings as he had seldom known rushed headlong into his mind. Throwing the remains of the creature he had been mauling aside Hank took a few steps towards this version of his former team mate, running his fingers through his blood matted hair in order to pull his loose locks back from his face. With nimble fingers he tied his long hair into a loose knot as he stared at the disfigured Warren Worthington. Casting a quick glance around the rest of the team, Hank moved to put himself partially between Castle and this Angel of the night. "I would like to say it is good to see you Warren." he said slowly, interrupting whatever further accusation the younger mutant was about to utter. "But it isn't. Not like this." he said, then after a seconds pause he muttered again. "Not like this.."
Hank took several more steps forward, his senses unconsciously telling him where everyone else was in relation to himself. Shutting out all of the happy memories which threatened to overwhelm him Hank closed the distance on this unfamiliar friend. "I can't let this nightmare go on Warren." he said as his own golden eyes held the undead ones before him. "If you want Castle, you will have to go through me." Hank now stood at least half in front of Frank Castle, not enough to block the other man's aim should he need to take a shot at his opponent, but enough to provide a shield to his less physically endowed teammate.
"Warren?" he asked in a semi faltering voice that nonetheless carried across the ever slowing battle. He had prevented himself from thinking about what would truly happen once they reached the mansion, but now such misgivings as he had seldom known rushed headlong into his mind. Throwing the remains of the creature he had been mauling aside Hank took a few steps towards this version of his former team mate, running his fingers through his blood matted hair in order to pull his loose locks back from his face. With nimble fingers he tied his long hair into a loose knot as he stared at the disfigured Warren Worthington. Casting a quick glance around the rest of the team, Hank moved to put himself partially between Castle and this Angel of the night. "I would like to say it is good to see you Warren." he said slowly, interrupting whatever further accusation the younger mutant was about to utter. "But it isn't. Not like this." he said, then after a seconds pause he muttered again. "Not like this.."
Hank took several more steps forward, his senses unconsciously telling him where everyone else was in relation to himself. Shutting out all of the happy memories which threatened to overwhelm him Hank closed the distance on this unfamiliar friend. "I can't let this nightmare go on Warren." he said as his own golden eyes held the undead ones before him. "If you want Castle, you will have to go through me." Hank now stood at least half in front of Frank Castle, not enough to block the other man's aim should he need to take a shot at his opponent, but enough to provide a shield to his less physically endowed teammate.
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