Up ahead loiter two guards. They look at us, and then look away.
But then their heads swivel back around, shock registering on their faces.
They've just drawn out their guns when Malcolm lets out a chilling roar. I blink in stark disbelief when one second he's at my side, then the next he's tearing through one of the men with inhumane strength.
I think I scream when his head is ripped off his shoulders.
The other man's trembling hand frantically reaches for his weapon. He pulls the trigger, sending off a deafening blast.
Malcolm manages to sidestep it. When the Hunter makes to shoot again, he swipes at the pistol with his claws. The man goes pale when the weapon splits into two in his hands. He looks up to see Malcolm's heavy fist flying down his face.
Once the man slumps down, Malcolm marches for me.
His claws are bloody and his eyes glow with rage and bloodlust. He looks so terrifying at that moment that I find myself turning around and making a run for it.