The Last Supper - Hunting Grounds
[ Chosen idols will find themselves abruptly taken, in their unit's room one moment and out in a courtyard the next. An impossibly tall and incredibly dense garden hedge divides the courtyard into sections—moreover, it increasingly gets taller when climbed, preventing its residents from escaping their slice of the courtyard.
A few sparse bushes and trees decorate the area, but there's nothing to keep the hunted away from the hunter.
Everyone will find their unit powers are off. However, Hands and Mouths can feel the power deep within themselves—they can grasp that power and turn into their monster form, should they desire so. Hands will find themselves in a natural disadvantage, however: they're much smaller than their Mouth counterparts, diminutive in size, and moreover, while they acquire whatever claws and teeth their monster form affords them, Mouths are capable of strength beyond that—faster agility and strength at minimum, though they may also have supernatural abilities, such as the ability to breathe fire. ]
A few sparse bushes and trees decorate the area, but there's nothing to keep the hunted away from the hunter.
Everyone will find their unit powers are off. However, Hands and Mouths can feel the power deep within themselves—they can grasp that power and turn into their monster form, should they desire so. Hands will find themselves in a natural disadvantage, however: they're much smaller than their Mouth counterparts, diminutive in size, and moreover, while they acquire whatever claws and teeth their monster form affords them, Mouths are capable of strength beyond that—faster agility and strength at minimum, though they may also have supernatural abilities, such as the ability to breathe fire. ]

Re: R3 MOUTH vs MOUTH
[Ain't no point in waiting around, is there?
[It's violent, it's always been violent. The monster inside him tears its way through his ill-fitting skin: he's on his knees, then on all fours as sinew twists and knots into strange new forms, as fur dapples muscular flanks scored with scabbed-over wounds.
[He springs, all teeth and claws and lashing, prehensile barbs. One-trick pony, this thing. But why change now?]
Re: R3 MOUTH vs MOUTH
Re: R3 MOUTH vs MOUTH
[Probably smarter as well. The tangled ball of instincts and rage that are all that is driving K right now simply isn't operating on that level. Strike and strike and strike and claw and tear and kill--
[He drops when she strike him, rolling onto one side and howling in range and sudden pain.
[He's hurting, but he's still dangerous, those barbed, prehensile tentacles whipping about to try and dig themselves deep into her chest.]
Re: R3 MOUTH vs MOUTH
she rakes a claw sideways, slicing through the tentacles lashing at her—cutting through some of them, although one causes her to wince back slightly, a pure white mark against her torso—and then turns them downward, turning them again into K's flesh and slamming him against the ground. ]
Re: R3 MOUTH vs MOUTH
[that hurt
[a lot.
[Enough that something in him knows that's it: he's done, fucked, finished. The monster won't know it, or won't accept it. Won't let him crawl away, whimpering, to huddle up and die. It bites. It lashes out with all four limbs, aiming at anything at all. It snaps, and it growls. Stay away from me. Stay back.
[It's pointless, all of it.
[He does it anyway.]
Re: R3 MOUTH vs MOUTH
but she'll finish it. she'll crush everything in this cruel world. so she does; one lancing blow, straight to the throat. it might scratch her arms, but it's fine. quick, and final. ]