"C'mon John...we're all your friends..." Trev said soothingly, slowly stepping forward so he would be in a better position to blast him against a tree if he tried charging Bear and Rachel.
Rachel kept looking for ways to calm him down, to release the hormones that would gentle him, calm him, and slow down the ones that were making him aggressive.
John's amygdala was heavily stimulated, heightening his aggression and causing his emotional responses to swing wildly. As well, his system was flooded with Ghrelin, which had manifested in a ravenous hunger and did not seem to be fading naturally. As a consequence of this, his pituitary was also working overtime.
Renko seeing the collar on John's neck and blissfully unaware of more things approaching walked up to John to examine it. He looked at the casing for the control unit itself and his gauntlet began to glow. He placed a bubble of slowed down time around the control unit as he tried slow whatever signals it was sending out and receiving to a crawl. He figured it'd give him a moment or two to perform his next trick.
"This might bloody well sting a bit," Renko said, "We didn't have collars to practice on before the mission or nearly enough time to study the blueprints."
Renko's gauntlets glowed even brighter before he ran a finger along the synthetic band around John's neck. John would feel a rather intense burning sensation as Renko's powers worked rapidly at aging both the band and the layer of flesh touching it.
Trev sighed in relief as John seemed back to (sort of) normal, but tensed up after the explosion and warning of incoming others. His eyes darted around, trying to focus his listening to see if he could at least hear what was coming before he saw it in the fog.
"We'll at least I know that if it was Mr. Big Game Douchebag up there, he'd be being quieter!" Ryan called through the foliage, pointedly before whoever was up there could give him an ambush-hit.