James forgot about the gun as his skeleton warpd, bones fusing together, thickening, lengthening. His agonised moans became deep, feral snarls. On his left hand, the finger bones had now grown into long spikes which punched right through the mass of muscle that had been his hand. The other hand still resembled that of a human, but only vaguely, as thick and malformed as it was. The muscles of his arms, torso and legs split right through the skin, particularly in the left shoulder which formed a huge, hideous mass of knotted tendons. A great knob of bone pierced its way out of this, protruding up beside his head, which had been pushed to the side by the mass of flesh in his shoulder, and warped into a gruesome parody of his face by the agony he had endured. Then, the transformation slowed. James struggled to his feet, growling at the pain of that simple act. His tac-vest hung limply from his right shoulder, burst right off of the left, still supporting his submachine gun and sniper rifle. He ignored it. In fact, he did not even seem to be aware of it. He stared mindlessly around at the empty room, not knowing where he was. All he understood was that he was in pain, and yet, he felt strong. Incredibly strong. Stretching to his full height, well over 7 foot, he swiped his giant claw of a left arm and sent a number of beds flying.
OOC: @Nailik I actually never meant for this to happen until about two weeks ago. I had always considered the possibility, but wanted to play him as a positive contemporary character, who was also a badass. I guess I played up his dark background too much. In the end, what did people make of James as a character?
