A second later and he's slamming York back into the floor like a ragdoll, bellowing in pain and rage. He's not changing, not them, not yet, but he needs to be. All become one, that's the idea, to belong. The pain and the horror are part of it, a price to be paid.

And York has yet to pay his.

Locus will help.

Those massive limbs wrench back, preparing to bear down in a two-fisted slam, intent on breaking bones.