"The changes are much more obvious than I expected. Oi, you feel okay? Not about to go insane and punch me into a wall, I hope."
Make sure the intern is calm. If it seems like might go berserk - give him an extra large shot of sedatives (unless it seems risky to get near him). Keep my .45 near. Also, call some security just in case shit hits the fan.
In case the fecal matter hits the rotary propeller, try to not die.
The transformed intern tries to get a hold of himself. Then critically failed.
He began shaking, eyeing you, then begin to growl and foam his mouth. This is the opposite of what you wanted. And looking at those twitchy arms, it doesn't look like trying to sedate him at melee range is going to be a good idea.
So you did the next best thing and smack the big red button on the wall, causing the alarm to blare.
Then the fecal matter indeed made contact with rotary propeller at high velocity. The mutant intern made a scream not unlike that of a wild animal and dashes at you with his powerful legs.
Understandably, you would draw your .45 and turn the safety off. In the second that took you to do that, the enchanted Intern closes the distance and made a powerful and wide one-two swipe. It all happened so fast, even with adrenaline flowing freely through your veins, you couldn't quite make out what had happened.
But your right arm from the elbow down is gone, flung into the air with the .45 still attached to your hand. Your life juice exploded outwards, coating the Eldritch-empowered Intern, who seems to grin unnaturally as he baths in your blood, his mouth widening, cracking, his eyes darkening into pitch black.
Then you heard a wet 'shlop.' as your intestines had fallen onto the floor. That second swipe having disemboweled you, surely. There was even more blood now, but you know what? you actually find yourself in a strange calm and curiosity. It's probably the shock, but, huh.. your Intestines.. on the floor.
Thinking is so hard now. About the people, and things, and... purple African lions?
you collapses in a heap on the floor, bleeding out as your thoughts are becoming jumbled. What were you doing again? one, two, threetwoonehundred...
[Ouch, the Intern did some really good rolls. You're on a con check each turn to see if you can still hang on now. Give me some thoughts process and I'll give you a bonus to it.]Security team is en-route, and Foxhound is notified that shit is going down where Jon is doing Magick testings and that they're probably down a member now.