.: Lars Ulrich London and Leon Nemstern :.
Leon in other hands winced whining tightly closing his eyes then leaning on the first thing he found on his way, right... perhaps he was over reacting to the uncomfortable feeling or it just was different for him because of the amount of dark energy on his body. He ended up sitting on the floor tightly pressing hands on his ears to try and block out any sounds around.
Lars completely ignored her and lunged at the shooter then, too late... he already had his mind into killing at the very moment, that because of two things... 1) He really simply enjoyed killing, that obviously coming from his beastly side, 2) Leon wasn't what you can call stable and that reflected on Lars even though Leon wasn't giving him any orders, 3) It was an instinct. Kill and eliminate potential threats for the survival of the rest of his 'pack' which was in fact the rescue group on this very moment.
"My happiness starts at their death."