Change everything you are and everything you were
Your number has been called
Healing commenced, finalized, and ensnared – once everyone had returned to their positions and behind the perimeter, the barrier, the fight ensued and unraveled once more. There was half an instant where Loren seemed entirely renewed, the spirit, the vigor, the fervency of the onslaught back from when it’d started, and the bear regained his stature, maneuvering onwards, no regrets left to utter from either side. The badger took shape, and Deimos was ready.
It was also much faster than his current form; and it made sense, given the size differentials, and no sooner had the ferocious, feral intricacies of Loren’s newfound shape sauntered forth, did his slashing claws rip across Deimos’ left forelimb. The General wasn’t surprised – would’ve expected it amidst the circumstances. The briefest of snarls, hackles raised, coiled over his refrain, but he was otherwise silent in the pain, the trickle of blood, the shearing of fur, something he’d earned, something that could be repaired. He could almost sense a Zuriel eyeroll from somewhere in the midst, another shrug and undulation of his shoulders, maneuvering, rippling assignations of a brutal, barbaric force.
The form still quite foreign to him, he lumbered forward, then wound back the uninjured front paw once more, the long claws and demonstrative strength, power, and might behind the motion should’ve been enough; intending, aiming for any contortion of Loren’s figure.
It was also much faster than his current form; and it made sense, given the size differentials, and no sooner had the ferocious, feral intricacies of Loren’s newfound shape sauntered forth, did his slashing claws rip across Deimos’ left forelimb. The General wasn’t surprised – would’ve expected it amidst the circumstances. The briefest of snarls, hackles raised, coiled over his refrain, but he was otherwise silent in the pain, the trickle of blood, the shearing of fur, something he’d earned, something that could be repaired. He could almost sense a Zuriel eyeroll from somewhere in the midst, another shrug and undulation of his shoulders, maneuvering, rippling assignations of a brutal, barbaric force.
The form still quite foreign to him, he lumbered forward, then wound back the uninjured front paw once more, the long claws and demonstrative strength, power, and might behind the motion should’ve been enough; intending, aiming for any contortion of Loren’s figure.
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