Nathaniel's jaws widened in a fanged, bloody grin as the silver gouged at his side. His hand darted out to catch the brass knuckled hand and squeezed. The silver burned but he squeezed harder, feeling the bones beneath shatter.

Unfortunately he wasn't ready for the third man with the silver laced chain that came whipping down over his neck and shoulder. He yowled and wheeled pulling the second man with him and hurling him into side of the van with a loud thud. It was enough time for the fourth man to join in, swinging a metal pipe at him while the third was trying to get the chain tightened around Nathaniel's neck. Nathaniel let himself fall back, the chain looping around his neck and tightening. Fine by him: the fourth man had come closer, confident with that chain around his throat and ready to land more directed blows. Instead of reaching for the chain, he snatched at the fourth man and began kicking, his clawed feet ripping open the man's belly.