Mackenzie isn't worried at first. They're just things. She's broken plenty of other people's toys before. It's fun and easy. So she looms upwards into a massive half-wolf, half-man looking creature, a snarl on her face and charges in without regard for her own safety. That's what she does. That's when the memories start to hit her like a ton of bricks falling onto her head all at once. For those nearby, it's only flashes and glimpses--a dark warehouse, an explosion of fire and flame, the sense of loss, of someone being torn away from her. Gunfire. Pain. A body cradled in her arms. None of it makes much sense, but it hurts. What's more it plainly hurts Mackenzie. She dances back, her body trembling, her Rage yearning to be released. She's torn between the urge to fight and the urge to flee--
Made easier when someone else ight need her help. She snaps at someone if they get to close to her, urging them back.
"Go! I fight!" Garou aren't the most articulate in the war-form, sorry.
Run! (Stacia & Ace, Caroline)
The problem with a frenzying Garou is trying to get them to do anything except fight what's in front of them. And Mackenzie is still very much all about the fight. The massive nine-foot death machine is snarling, snapping and clawing at just about whatever is getting close to her, eager to close in on the Nightrenders and keep trying to tear them limb from limb. Unfortunately, with the way things are going that's probably a very good way for her to get dead very quickly.
So it would probably be a good idea for someone (or someones) to either herd her away from the enemy or try to get her to calm her shit.
Mackenzie Haynes (first prompt is open)
Mackenzie isn't worried at first. They're just things. She's broken plenty of other people's toys before. It's fun and easy. So she looms upwards into a massive half-wolf, half-man looking creature, a snarl on her face and charges in without regard for her own safety. That's what she does. That's when the memories start to hit her like a ton of bricks falling onto her head all at once. For those nearby, it's only flashes and glimpses--a dark warehouse, an explosion of fire and flame, the sense of loss, of someone being torn away from her. Gunfire. Pain. A body cradled in her arms. None of it makes much sense, but it hurts. What's more it plainly hurts Mackenzie. She dances back, her body trembling, her Rage yearning to be released. She's torn between the urge to fight and the urge to flee--
Made easier when someone else ight need her help. She snaps at someone if they get to close to her, urging them back.
"Go! I fight!" Garou aren't the most articulate in the war-form, sorry.
Run! (Stacia & Ace, Caroline)
The problem with a frenzying Garou is trying to get them to do anything except fight what's in front of them. And Mackenzie is still very much all about the fight. The massive nine-foot death machine is snarling, snapping and clawing at just about whatever is getting close to her, eager to close in on the Nightrenders and keep trying to tear them limb from limb. Unfortunately, with the way things are going that's probably a very good way for her to get dead very quickly.
So it would probably be a good idea for someone (or someones) to either herd her away from the enemy or try to get her to calm her shit.