Claws scrabbling at the ground to right himself he shrieked in rage and frustration. Why was he losing? How was this creature defeating him? All he wanted was to eat, and that's what he was going to do; frustrated enough to chow down on wires and metal pieces out of sheer spite at this point.

Though he'd been tossed around a lot, he wasn't really injured, and with supernatural strength and abilities he wasn't going to stop until one of them was dead. Preferably the one standing in the way of all his meals in the cave.

He sprung up, launching himself high up into the air for a pounce attack, ignoring the gun, it wasn't important. All that was important was the ever present hunger and that he was about to satiate it with Nick's face.

Lashing out with teeth and claws he attempted to tackle Nick to the ground again, ready to end this right now.