[Gaston was pretty determined to shoot, but the sudden transformation into a full beast catches him off-guard. The tusks, the hair, the hulking figure... It's all a wee bit too familiar. As a result, the rifle is snatched from his hands with relative ease.
He staggers backwards, alarmed for a split second, then he turns that back around to fury. His own hands become more paw-like as well, as he enters the next stage of his own transformation.]
How dare you?! You miserable creature! No one touches my weapons but me! You must have a death wish!
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He staggers backwards, alarmed for a split second, then he turns that back around to fury. His own hands become more paw-like as well, as he enters the next stage of his own transformation.]
How dare you?! You miserable creature! No one touches my weapons but me! You must have a death wish!