Sorry for the delay, I was trying to find someplace where both of our characters could fight at their fullest
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It had been a hard morning for Tralok. His unnatural lethargy had been causing problems at the Inn, seeing how he had only attempted to earn enough for a single night, but couldn't be forced to move away from the bed until three men grabbed him, throwing him out the door. Needless to say that he had been awakened after hitting the floor. And at the time, he had yet to find a proper place to sleep in the wild. The problem rested on the fact that while mostly unmotivated, he wasn't careless enough to allow himself to be vulnerable against any possible danger that could follow him. And most importantly, he wouldn't stand too far from a source of water, as that would make him strong enough to face bigger threats.

Thus he ended up getting to the top of a valley, close to a lake that flowed naturally within it. The Ek'thin looked at the landscape around him. It was clear that many woodland creatures inhabitted the place. The holes that frequently related themselves to rodents were visible not too far from where he was standing, while the grass in which he stood made way to a few small trees, just big enough to hold a person. Finally, many parts of the floor were uneven, and easy to slip off from, as it was expected from a valley. All of that revolving around the lake.

He checked around to see if he was close enough to some settlement, enough to consider himself endangered by it. Tralok realized that four towns were easily visible from the point in which he stood, but they were just far enough to not pose a problem. He smiled gleefully and looked at the grass. Then in a way that wouldn't actually aid him in anything, but at least would allow for an image of some place more comfortable, he sweeped the grass with his hands; makiing an imitation of a bed. Finally, he left his nagnata at close distance, right beside his hand, to prevent himself from being defenseless. and after the whole ritual had been completed, he rested on his back, waiting for sleep to make it way onto his mind.

With Aisu out, and Hubris out, and the Sanctuary safe, Nuncia decided to go on a little adventure of her own-- not too far from Sanctuary, but far enough that there would be no threats to it. Setting up a few traps around the woods of her new home, she was confident in its safety for the small time she planned on being out.

It was while climbing a tree further from the valley that she saw the lake, and considering its distance from others, thougt it to be quite a nice place to have a bath, or maybe even catch some nice fish... With thoughts of a calm evening, she made her way quickly to the lake, smiling the whole way. A nice relaxing afternoon with a nice lake, some nice trees to perch in, quiet, wind and water.... oh yea, it was going to be nice!

Finally getting to the valley, she settled herself in the canopy of one of the trees closest to the lake, resting after such a trek. With her eyes closing, she kept an ear open for intruders into her new domain, but otherwise was relaxed; that was until she heard someone coming up, and with a bit of ruckus managed to make a bed in the grass, settle himself down, and proceed to fall asleep. The man was human, and dressed in blue. Wave designs adorned all that he was, making her suspect either magic, or maybe he was a sailor... Either way, he was in her area.

Pulling her kris from her thin belt, she held it lightly in her right hand as she moved her feet under her in the tree, readying a jump. The man was about a good 10 feet from her tree with the lake's curve cutting through a direct route to him. Landing on all fours from the tree, she kept low, hiding in the tall grasses as a lion would, stalking her prey, weapon in the lead, closing the distance between her and the human as she went around the lake.

The markings and brown grey shade of her skin made it easier to disappear in the grasses, but not as well as in the forest. Even so, as well as she tried to be quiet, the shifting grasses of the valley rustled, though timed with the wind it was better hidden from those who were not used to being stalked.

The sound of a rustling nearby dragged Tralok away from his slumber. He still suspected that it would be strange for someone to be at that place, however he wasn't taking any chances. As the whistling wind passed through his ears, he sat down and looked at his surroundings. Then he noticed a minimal movement that came from below, he expounded his judgement on what it may be, hoping to be accurate; but realizing that the difference between a snake and a stalker was too large, and that the variety of objects that could fit the description of that within the bushes was limitless. Afterwards he grabbed Kath'yu with caution, hoping that nothing would come out while he was unprepared.

For his fortune it was only a squirrel which had caused such alarm; he relaxed his muscles slightly, noticing a a drop of cold sweat rolling down from his forehead. His mental dialogue proposed to take a moment to calm down, as sleeping with tense muscles provoked a rather annoying amount of pain to be released during the morning, making movement even more abhorrent for him, aside from more inefficient. His breathing became slower, deeper, it seemed as if time had stopped for a second, and then passed by him without noticing that he left a mage behind. He turned to look at th squirrel and smiled. for him, it was amazing to see something that was that hardworking, as he could never bring himself to store that much food for winter, let alone attempt o hide them.

Indeed, had he been born an animal, he'd ave been dead before long, unless he was a sloth, or perhaps a chameleon. Always moving with lethargy towards their objectives, knowing that it won't move away, but also that they have to reach it somehow; then finally preparing themselves to take it. It fit him, he wouldn't push himself to conquer the world, nor anything as grand, instead he'd just sauntered vaguely, doing what he can, and occasionally helping someone that happens to time his require for help with the time in which Tralok passes by that zone. The moment of thought would last forever, or so would be the case if rest didn't have such a beautiful siren song. He closed his pupils before lying down slowly, he had to remain alert for anything, and he'd rely on his sense of hearing for that very reason.

The man suddenly moving and scanning the area made her still in the grasses, waiting on bated breath as he watched tense. Thankfully a squirrel came to the rescue, and with the man's mind set at ease by the creature, he settled himself back down. Smiling a bit at her fortune that her prey this time was not as well prepared for an attack, she continued to close the distance between them, careful to keep her movements with the wind. Even though his repose was relaxed, she knew it would be too good to ask that he not be alert in some way. But the way he dismissed the animal gave her hope.

Shifting into her leopard form, she took less care in her movements, the soft padding of her paws quieting her steps as much as her care did earlier, and with the wind she continued forwards, a sly grin on her cat face. What would the man think of a leopard, native to cold lands, stalking hi in such a strange and peaceful place? Would he think to attack? Or would he try to subdue? He reminded her of the slower creatures she spent her time watching, lazily moving from goal to goal, minds set at ease with such simple signs. That wasn't her though; she was fast moving, a predator at heart. And who said a relaxing evening couldn't be spent stalking a wayward sloth?

Ten feet lay between them as she readied herself for the pounce, hoping to catch him unaware as she settled her paws into the soil below her, tail switching back and forth with anticipation, eyes glowing their strange amber that many animals did not have. Lowering herself into the grasses, she tensed, waiting for the man to move, or not move. Either way, the next move would be hers.

What she forgot to take into account was that her leopard form was easier to spot in the tall grasses, the snowy fur of the cat more notable in the golden waves than her more earthen toned natural form-- or maybe she hadn't forgotten and had chosen the form for that purpose; that it was easier to spot, leading to more exciting chase? Fun was what she had in mind for her evening now, and fun was a relative word to the individual. What was fun for her was not always fun for the prey...

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Transformations Used
-Snow Leopard (medium)

Tralok couldn't be allowed a moment of rest. As he attempted to make his way back into the realm of dreams, he was greeted b the unrelenting sound of movement. It did not sound like the wind, he knew at least that much of the sanguine element to guess that; nor it was the squirrel, for it had been long gone. The mage had to open his eyes once more to ensure his own safety. He looked around without standing, and realized there was zone where the grass was invaded by a slight bit of color, white with black spots to be precise. The mage continued watching for a moment without being able to deliver the thing's form, not being able to see its face. It was clearly moving in his direction, however he didn't know whether it was moving with the intent of attacking, or if it was only walking through that same area by coincidence; nor was he able to comprehend the full length of the animal.

Instead, Tralok took a moment to think about what dangers it could pose. If it was a predator, it would no doubt make an attempt to attack him, or perhaps another creature in the area; same case with a territorial animal. However if that wasn't its intention, the human would be safe from any attack. Tralok then realized that whatever the case could be, he'd attempt at any cost to avoid killing the thing; even if it was a predator, as long as he could handle it, he wouldn't attempt to kill it, perhaps incapacitate it; but he'd share the bunny he was eventually hunting with it to compensate.

He eventually decided, using his lethargy as his main argument, to throw a snowball at it and make it show itself, he wouldn't stand though he figured that if it was something big enough to take him down in one hit, it wouldn't matter. He grabbed Kath'yu in case he needed to defend himself; then by gathering the power of the lake surrounding him, plus the moisture that was always accompanying his person; he lobbed a snowball towards the area of the animal which he could see, he guesed it was around the center (Snowball used 3x left)


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Stress level 1/6, 4 posts until recovery.

While stalking a prey, most predators think of the possible outcomes, attacks, defences, all the likes of which one wishing for a meal --or in this case, a possible death-- would think of. She had thought of arrows (though the man appeared to posses none), magic (as was to be expected of one so unarmed), or even maybe a toss of the obvious weapon (that the man was still holding)....

A snowball was not to be expected.

While her stalking brought her closer, the man seemed to notice her form wading through the long grasses, but by his expression did not know exactly what it was that was after him; as a precaution, he must have thought to scare her off with the snowball, though it would have any other day.

The projectile found its mark, hitting her right flank as she meant to weave a bit more, a less direct route to the man. It startled her more than anything as the ball shattered against her side, making her snarl and swipe at the grasses. The snow stuck to her furs, but the cold wasn't an issue with this creature, and thankfully enough she chose this. But who in their right mind throws snowballs?!

Ears laying flat, she now knew that she was dealing with a mage, and with that, there was a certain amount of distance she would like to keep-- the last mage she went up against splattered her brains on the Plains as if it were just another sunny day to him. With the tall grasses around her a minor flashback of that dreadful dream that her ram form still held scars from, she was more than wary now, her stalking slowing to circle him instead. A direct approach to a mage was never a good idea, and the fact that the man hadn't gotten up to throw the snowball meant either he was extremely lazy.... or he was extremely confident in his ability to defend himself.

Keeping a distance of about 6ft between them, she circled, no longer trying to hide herself completely like before, slinking through the grasses with snarls and snaps of her jaws in hopes of intimidating the man to show more of his tricks. She was lucky enough though that it was only a snowball the man threw if he had meant to harm her; another rainbow blast to the head and she may be resting with her lost friend soon enough.

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Transformations Used
-Snow Leopard (medium)

An inwards laugh showed up as he saw the beast clearly startled by his snowball, perhaps it would leave him alone after that, otherwise, the odds of a slightly hard battle would raise. He analyzed the thing, it looked like a cat in mostly everything, except for the fact that it was larger by a fair bit; plus it had claws and fangs that could easily pose a rather large problem for him. he observed it closely, luckily for him he had a size advantage, plus he still had Kath'yu in case the situation worsened. He looked at the animal and finally decided to stand up. He raised himself from the ground slowly while picking his naginata, then, while doing so; he spoke to the beast, not hoping it'd understand; but at least comprehend his emotions.

"I would prefer not doing anything to you, won't you go away, you see I am over here, and I don't want to put effort to go over there." As he said that, the thing circled around him, as a cautious buzzard waiting for the moment in which his prey was at its weakest. He thought quickly about what to do, he wouldn't attack the animal with the sharp edge, prompting him to hold the weapon in an inverted position; with the blunt edge aiming at it. Then, he decided that he'd attempt to scare it away.

He repeated the process he had tried before, maybe the thing didn't realize that Tralok had been the one who had thrown the snowball; it was a fair possibility, and he'd take it to attempt to scare it away once more; after all, his other long ranged attack would take time to cast, and at that distance, it'd be pretty hard to get it. He began the casting process by releasing his left-hand grip, and without a moment of waiting, his snowball was flying through the air, and aiming at the feline, admittedly it would be harder to hit as it was now consciously moving, but, it'd probably see him throwing it out of his hand.

He sighed, it was supposed to be a nice relaxing night by the lake, not a battle against nature's fighters. He'd have preferred to stay at the inn, but he had no money to do so. Anyhow, he'd have to deal with what came to him, after all, taking a nice rest after a tiring day of walking was something worth fighting for.

As soon as the man's words were from his mouth, she knew what she was dealing with. Lazy mages never knew too much, since learning them in the first place could be work, nature forbid they ever do work; it was either that, or age had caught up with his youth and he was really powerful, but lazy. And by the inverted hold he had on the weapon, either he didn't want to kill, or he didn't know how to use that thing, whatever it was. It reminded her of a sword, but the hilt was much much too long for that. That meant he had reach on her, if she stayed far enough away...

Her inner musings were distracting at best, now that the man was standing, and oh how she wish she could speak in these forms! What would one think of an animal they are fighting with, yelling back at them? It would surely distract some, or maybe even co-- snowball, to the face. She stopped as her ears flattened, a paw coming up quickly to wipe the water from her eyes as a low growl started up again. I hate water! Seriously! I am almost drowned getting to this god-forsaken place, and then I get dumped out of boats, tripped into lakes.... Giving her head a shake as she snarled to the man, she came up with a plan, stopping in her tracks.

That snowball to the face stung a bit...

Giving up on the circling, she decided to test the man's reflexes; dashing headlong into him, she would cover the three foot gap between them to pounce the last few, aiming for his middle with claws extended. In mid bound her eyes changed from bright amber to more of a gleaming blood red, her snarls becoming more vicious. If she even scratched him with a claw, or happened to get a bite on him, it would be better for her in the long run.


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Transformations
-Snow Leopard (medium)

Rabid transformation active (1/8 posts remaining)

Thanks for allowing me to extend the time.
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The animal was analyzing its opponent, with astounding caution; which made Tralok nervous, considering that he was said opponent. the attack landed straight in its face this time, visibly angering it, as she snarled and stopped her circular movement. The mage picked up the back of his, naginata to defend himself. His eyes were set upon the feline, denoting that he was observing it, but also showing that he didn't have any ill will towards it; in a similar way in which pigeons observe unknown things. The difference lied on the fact that he carried a weapon which could be deadly in hands of an experienced user, and though he was not a master, or even close to the level of combat specialists, such as berserkers; he was confident that his weapon fighting skill outclassed most magic users'.

Without a moment of thought, the animal was running towards him. Tralok made a conscious effort to keep his footing stable, if the creature was able to take him down to the floor, sazying that he'd have lost would've been an understatement. The leopard pounced upon him, it was a brave attack, that would damage the mage heavily if it hit. Nevertheless, and despite his admiration towards the incredibly efficient fighting style that nature had allowed the leopard to develop, he wouldn't just stand there waiting to be struck. Instead, he utilized Kath'yu as it was meant to be used, despite hitting with the blunt edge instead of the blade. He lowered his knees slightly to lend his weight towards the weapon; afterwards, he raised the back of his weapon slightly, and then, he pushed it forward and slightly downward, to culminate by raising the front side back up. This was all done to compensate for the weight that would usually be at the front, as doing said steps would allow for more efficiency (Element of Manipulation); though the effect would be the same as attempting a thrust with a regular quarterstaff.

The attack was aimed directly at the predator's face; as it was the spot that Tralok thought of as most vulnerable while pouncing. From the mage's perspective, it would be hard for the creature to dodge the attack; though he wasn't completely sure about what other skills were conferred to it by mother nature, so he wouldn't make a judgment. However, even if it hit, it was unlikely that the attack would do more than cause a few painful bruises on it, nothing that would cause it to stop fighting; therefore, he thought about knocking it out eventually, or attacking its legs if the battle was getting too tough. In any case, he would do anything to avoid killing it.

With her course set, it was hard to change direction in mid air, that was for sure. So when the weapon was quickly swung as she was leaping, the blunt end aimed for her face in a sort of thrust motion, the most she could do was swing her tail, twisting her body so that instead of the face it landed flat against where her right collar bone would be, stalling her forwards momentum and throwing her a little to the left of the man. She landed on her feet, skidding a bit on the trampled grasses, claws digging in to hold her course. Her chest throbbed painfully, adding to the fury of her taint as her eyes glowed deeper red; her breathing was short pants now, but with only two feet between them now, she wouldnt have to run any marathons thankfully.

The man had shown skill with his weapon, that was for sure, quick reflexes too, for a mage. Not many could hit a cat pouncing them in mid air, or even have the gall to try. But hopefully keeping it close quarters combat would negate the weapons ability to strike her as badly, leaving his magic to concern.

With not a spare thought or second, she started her dash again-- now off to the mans right a little-- aiming to bulldoze him over at the legs this time. She was closer to the sharp end of his stick now, if he held the weapon as most do staves with his right hand lower than his left, so striking her with the blunt end would be harder at this distance, and even striking with the sharp end would be difficult unless an upward sweep was used. If that was the case, she readied a dodge for that, but continued on her course.

With her distance closing in on the man, two feet hardly a major bound for a cat, she extended her claws to catch his legs, hoping to disable him at least a little before she truly lay the hurt on him. Her chest hurt quite a bit from the stab at her, leaving her breathless with the sharp pains radiating with each intake of air. She would pay him back for that, that was certain.

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Transformations
-Snow Leopard (medium)

Rabid transformation active (2/8 posts remaining)

"Pros: The cat wasn't able to dodge, it was hit straight on its chest, it is likely to have received some noticeable damage, and it had been efficiently thrown away. Cons: It is faster than I, more agile than I, and is ready to attack me"

His train of thought developed the situation, although his possibilities of counter-attack were limited by...well, the attack that was supposed to be countered. He looked at his current opponent, surely his fellow trainees had been much harder to spar with, weren't they? Unfortunately for him, Tralok was starting to doubt so; the leopard was ready to pounce once more, and this time, it had learnt its lesson of not attacking directly at his face. Instead, the approach that the big kitty took, was that of weakening his opponent's base structure, destroying his balance, and getting an advantage. Or in simpler terms, just to attack Tralok's legs.

It was a smart move from the animal, whether it knew it, or it was acting on instinct. The mage had to tense his legs to be able to deliver the thrust, meaning that moving away was slightly more difficult, plus, if it was to hit with such sharp predatory claws; the wounds wouldn't be limited to a bruise. Tralok made a feeble attempt at jumping sideways, however, the leg that was at the front would still be hit. As the representative of the phlegmatic element received a painful cut on the right side of his right leg; he clenched his teeth to avoid shouting in pain, then he continued his movement by acting as a river would. He let himself be dragged into the sea, but didn't recede on his influence; instead of tensing his legs, he let himself fall on the ground,kneeling, and with Kath'yu still in horizontal position. His front leg would probably fall on top of the beast if it didn't move, yet the movement was slow enough for the leopard to avoid it with ease.

And though he seemed at a disadvantage, the mage wasn't completely helpless, even from that position. The ground below him wasn't hard dirt, but grass, which could allow him to spin freely without standing, aside from knowing that it'd be less painful than standing with a wounded leg. Next there was his evident advantage of wielding a voulge, range could save his life regardless of the power of his opponent. Finally, the position permitted a nice view of the leopard, and particularly, its proximity to the lake, which he plotted to use for attacking purposes. Though most of those factors were likely to be overshadowed by a simple and singular thought, one that could only come out of someone like him. It was easier to lie down from that position, meaning that it was also easier to take a rest. Tralok was underestimating the leopard heavily, or perhaps he was fighting seriously and considering his health state, it was only for him to know.

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Admittedly, I employed a narrative technique taken from your first post, in the last sentence.

((Just don't forget that I have Rabid Transformation on, which is basically a poison jewel, so you'll be effected accordingly for the next 8 posts~! ^^))

The satisfying slash was more than enough to limit the man's abilities, even if that ability was standing or moving too fast. But still, a predator takes any advantage they can, hit any weak point. Now that he was more or less grounded, this would be easy for the shifter, that was for sure. Dodging the landing leg put her to the man's right side, a couple of feet past him as her dash continued. She stopped herself with her claws, digging in to spin around, snarling again.

Phase one, weaken him.

Phase two, crush him.

Her chest ached more as the attack was passed, catching her breathing quite a bit. Her panting came in sharp bursts in an attempt to limit the pain as much as possible. As much as the enemy was weakened, a mage was still dangerous. Who knew if this was a mind bender like the others she had come across? Who knew what other tricks he had up his sleeve? Snowballs were one thing, but a bad mind twist again, and she would be dead for sure. Better end him quickly.

She ran for him again, though with a plan; as she closed the small gap between them, about a foot or so away, her form shifted into the great panda, the momentum of the leopards dash adding some speed to the great beast as it snarled, swiping a great paw towards the man's torso.

A panda was bigger, tougher, but less agile. But now that she had sunk her claws into him, she knew it was only a matter of time before the sickness came on, just as last time. The black and white bears eyes glowed red, mimicking the leopards dementia as it attacked. Phase two has begun, now would her panda soul be enough to finish the mage? Or would a stronger soul be needed to crush this man of tricks?

The added weight of the panda made her chest ache more, yet along with the new density of mass came along a new density to the mind as well, dulling the pain in a way. It was one of those days she was glad the panda was thick headed. That didn't rid her of the shortness of breath though, which was making its way to being more troublesome each attack.

The stick wasn't too much of a worry to the panda, given that the pointed end was still to the ground, and with his position lower, it would be easier to over power him, harder for him to attack. All advantageous in her position, especially when her peace was threatened. The man was too close to home, and for that, she needed to end this quickly, before more came along.

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Transformations
-Snow Leopard (medium)
-Panda (medium)

Rabid Transformation active (3/8 posts)

(OOC: the attack won't happen until next turn)

Everything was going according to plan. The pieces had fallen into place perfectly, sure, he was slightly hurt; but the leopard had given him enough space to peak Kath'yu, and any attack it did could be easily blocked, with proper counteractions taking place. He reflected on his pomposity knowing that his choice was right, the battle wouldn't last much longer, as the feline would be neutralized without much effort; especially at that moment in which it was running towards him. Yet his smile wouldn't take long to vanish, as the comparatively small leopard turned into an enormous Panda leaping in order to attack. The black and white creature was only familiar to Tralok as a bear, though its monstrous size and evident fat made it clearly different.

The beast showed that it was making an attempt to attack, as it moved its menacing claws, the direction at which it was aiming was clear; but what worried the mage, was the fact that only the strength that the leopard had previously left upon for the jump would be enough to squash him into pieces small enough to be taken away by a draft of wind. regrettably, he had to leave his voulge at the ground, seeing how the blade tethered it with the mud below it. He spun away from the dreaded destiny, breaking free from the grip of death, if only for the briefest of moments. He made aneffort to go back to standing position, yet as he attempted to stand straightly, he felt a certain degre4e of weakness in his knees, reducing the amount of support from them.

He measured the distance, at the very least there were a few feet between him and the bear; and he'd attempt to use the time that it would take the bear for it to reach him in order to prepare his own form of dealing damage. He placed both of his hands in front of himself, the grass shook as a spiral of water made its way from the lake toward them. He was preparing his strongest spell, though even with his Ek'thin heritage, it would take a second or two to make the full preparations for casting; allowing the thing to change form once more, or something; it wouldn't be strange seeing how it had transformed from a feline into a bear.

"Water Shot", There was still time before the attack could even begin to show itself, but at least he hoped to intimidate it; after all, he had already lunged a snowball r two out of nowhere at it.

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Poison: 1/8
Stress level 3/6
Turns till recovery of stress 4

Nuncia watched as the man's smug confidence melted in the face of the Panda headed for him. With her momentum as it was, and the panda's normal lumbering gait, the swing at him was dodged by a hair as he stood and backed up quicker than she had seen a mage move before. With only a couple feet between them now, it was just as easy to continue the momentum forwards, the weapon cast aside now. With the fated deliberate slowness, she closed the gap between them, each step a wave under her fur as she felt the ripples of her weight shift, the gap closing slowly. She would be on him in the next few steps, thankfully, she just wished this beast could move faster...

The mage looked weak in the knees as he summoned up a water shot, still pulling the water for the attack as she made her move. A new mage, it seemed; a more seasoned one would have shot off a bunch of small spells to gain some distance before trying a spell that would take a bit to cast. She was glad to see her poison effecting him, and even more glad at how green he was in the gills. No doubt the water would be cold, just like those snowballs, but it wasnt really fazing her. The panda was meant to take a few hits, so it would stand up just fine if water was all she had to worry about.

It felt like aeons had passed since she first started this couple feet march with this panda, but it had really only been an instant or two.... Either way, she was finally within range, and now that he was stuck casting, she took the opportunity to attack, barrelling her body into his, hoping to knock him off his feet at least, what with his weak knees. It was as if the big teddy bear wanted a hug, though this hug would consist of more death. Hopefully. Then the fun would really begin.

Operation Crush was in the green, now it was up to him to figure out what to do from here.

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Transformations
-Snow Leopard (medium)
-Panda (medium)

Rabid Transformation active (4/8 posts)

~~~I am timing sebsman out. With the added extension, and no reply to pm, I am calling it quits. If I could get a mod here, that would be great. Thanks. Maybe next time sebsman.~~~~~