Lin covered her mouth with one hand, clearly struggling to contain her amusement at watching the agent writhe as he tried to reach his back with his enormous scorpion arms.
The transformed limbs, designed for crushing and tearing, proved utterly inadequate for the simple task of reaching behind himself.
"What's so funny?" he snarled, spinning to include Ren in his threatening glare.
His voice carried the distortion of his dual transformation, but beneath the mechanical rasp lay something new: uncertainty. The confident predator was beginning to crack.
Ren was also smiling, an expression that seemed disturbingly innocent on his young face. He raised both hands slowly, deliberately, showing his palms to the agent.
His hands were completely covered in a golden, viscous substance that clung to his skin like liquid metal. The material pulsed with its own bioluminescence. The sight alone made the agent's stomach twist with instinctive revulsion.
