[Instinct as Sinclair throwing himself in between; he's no Lord Partizan here, with heavy amounts of armor to guard him. All he has between himself and the howling mass of flesh, teeth and claws is a suit woven to give him some resistance and a genetic disposition to help him fight back. He catches the teeth with his baton but not the claws, that slash across his forearm. He staggers, then with an arc of electricity, slams it into the underside of the beast, and rolls out of the way of another attack.]
no subject
[Instinct as Sinclair throwing himself in between; he's no Lord Partizan here, with heavy amounts of armor to guard him. All he has between himself and the howling mass of flesh, teeth and claws is a suit woven to give him some resistance and a genetic disposition to help him fight back. He catches the teeth with his baton but not the claws, that slash across his forearm. He staggers, then with an arc of electricity, slams it into the underside of the beast, and rolls out of the way of another attack.]