focus: Good, he’s not dead. I can beat answers out of him now…. Somehow…

The pack leader has other plans though. A quick instruction to the platoon member by his side and the drone launches towards Steve’s leg. Latching onto his ankle his teeth sink quickly through the flesh and into the bone. He holds on like a rabid dog as Steve lets out a loud scream while trying to shake him off. In a panic he begins swinging the iron bar down hard onto the back of his head and after a few blows he falls limp. The teeth remain intact however and Steve continues to beat him until the grip is released.

Unseen to him, one of the swings of the bar unintentionally caught the pack leader in the temple and he now lies on the ground dead.