Dylan Sommers
Things calmed down as Jill was treated by a guy he hadn't seen much. "Mmm... Max, was it? Iunno." Still crouched in front of the creature, he resumed to prod it with the stunt rod, looking to see if something slimy came out of its orifice that resembled a mouth. Its appearance was hideous, he couldn't come up for words to describe the appearance of that thing. Closest thing he could come up with was a blobfish. With all the prodding and an increasing boredom, he came up with an idea. A smile was drawn on his face as he grabbed the other stunt rod. If anyone could see him, they'd see the blue stripes from the suit slowly switching to a purple-red. The tips of the rods started to crackle huge amounts of electricity. He then placed the tips on the dead alien, like if he was going to defibrilate him with his own energy. It's skin began to burn. He didn't care if his teammates were looking or not. His suit's stripes were pulsing red. The light the electricity made was reflected on Dylan's face. That, and his malicious smile, made him look like a crazed mad scientist.
"500, charge!" Dylan yelled, as the stripes turned into a vivid red, "CLEAR!"
A small explosion spread chunks of alien skin, slime and offal all over the place, also blasting Dylan backwards two or three feet. He was lying on the floor with his arms extended to the sides. His suit was pretty much stained with slime; nothing some water can solve. He was laughing with his eyes closed, definitely enjoying himself.
