"Mmmph!"
Amon's body stiffened for a moment, shocked at the words that escaped from her lips as she kissed his lips, catching him off guard. Still, he soon collected himself before tossing her into the safe room, slapping the danger button and stepping out as Ming Yun's spear sliced through the concrete and metal that covered his body.
He looked back as her face was about to vanish from sight, "Next time, let's kiss like adults." Then before her face turned bright red, he rushed forward, both hands transforming, left into a tiger's claw with a bulking muscular arm. At the same time, his right became a dragon claw with scales down the right arm.
"Why couldn't you Ming bastards wait till I'm banging Ming Xue? Then you'd all have the elixirs without this shit."
Amon complained, stretching his neck and squatting to loosen his legs with a sharp set of beast-like fangs in his mouth, smiling at the white-suited Ming Yun.