Re: Cliffs of Weston
Andy wrapped his tail around her wrist, even as he shifted on over, his smooth skin shifting to leathery-scaly, and his horns were in full evidence. He said softly in her head {{Stay behind me, Vic. I don't want you in the line of fire.}} He moved with a smooth, inhuman motion, like a great predatory cat or something, and suddenly his tail whipped away as he LEAPED, snarling, at something she couldn't see. The sound of tearing flesh, and snapping bone was clear in the darkness, and the inhuman growl that went with it, just before she heard a THING scream in agony.