The moment the bullet hit the necklace, Warden's world seemed to collapse in on itself for a second. Everything went black as a searing pain roared across his eyes. He could hear himself swearing in a voice similar though so unlike his own. Something in his very core seemed to have been shaken and he sat in an eternal moment in a space somewhere between him and someone else.

Then the world came back.

He handed Rei off to her mother before turning with renewed anger in his eyes.

Warden?

Launching himself from the roof, Warden closed quickly with one of the flying policemen. Bullets bounced harmlessly off a spinning scythe, giving Warden's free hand the opportunity to reach out and grab one of the demonic wings. A ripping of tendons and bone announced the freeing of the wing from its owner who began to fall , screaming in pain. Warden fell with him, seeing a new wing beginning to grow from the wreckage of the old. A spinning scythe caught the demon moments before impact and a spinning Fallen Nephilimon drug the thing brutally across the concrete roof before slamming it back down. It was dead before the dust settled.

....what are you doing?!

"These...things hurt her! I can't let them hurt anyone else!"

....who are you?

Shouting out in his now "normal" dual voice, an eerie mix of Warden's male voice and Fenrirmon's feminine one, Fallen Nephilimon hurled his scythe in a deadly circle that cut the legs, mid-sections, and heads from several more of the policemen. The rest continued to transform, brutal implements springing from every appendage.