The dinosaur's roar carries more than thunder with it, but the lighting that Mal had captured as well!
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Mal clambers down as a brazen baboon, sniffing around for trouble before shifting back to help the gnome.
Mal shakes her slimy head groggily C'mon Brij, I'm winning this thing! and chomps down, hard, as the golem renews its offensive!
Mal yanks at the golem's calf with her tongue before piling in again with a mighty chomp!
Mal tries to bowl the golem over again with her sheer froggy mass, crushing it between mighty jaws as her living tattoo tries to keep her safe!
Mal seals her wounds with a touch of her enchanted gloves, rearing up as she layers on muscle, fat and fury to crash down onto the golem with a devastating , bowling it over with sheer mass!
Mal squeaks with relief that everyone else seems to know how to immediately make friends or connections in a new, hostile city.
Mal opts out of having to get through an uncomfortable social interaction, turns into a bat and takes to the
Mal rears up, growing furious and furry as she smashes her jaws into the evil serpent!
Mal cocks her head and looks at Brij in utter perplexity. "Wrrooaaaar- Rrr..." **ptoo**
Mal follows on the ghoul's heels, stepping back into the flank and tearing a huge chunk from its flesh!
Mal roars, surging forward to provide Uhe an ursine udvantage in the fray.
The slightly roly-poly death beast that Mal has become takes a huuuge bight out of the beast with Uhe's dagger dangling from its eye!
Mal gags as the sudden stench invades her extra-sensitive snoot. She manages to regain control of herself, but it does make her reconsider her next bite...
Mal roars in greeting to the last charge, smashing into Ulgat with wild abandon!
Mal rears up in fury and crashes down on the hapless ulat-kini with a punishing chomp, tattoo flaring to ward her against retaliation.
Mal roars in fury as Brijetta is carved into by her fishy foes, that fury bursting forth from her into a reddish-brown coat of fur with a pale underbelly.
You just had to skip out on your language lessons to go grub around with Cricket. You didn't learn how to talk to spirits big enough for words, and now your friend's gonna get eaten.
Mal leaps on Yakazak's back, but doesn't do a great job extending his throw when she's hurled off it, landing with a weighty thund just up the stage...
Mal shifts into the biggest baboon she can manage, flinging herself against various crates and contraptions, and hoisting them into the air with her simian strength!
Woozy and incoherent, Mal's fists lose some of their force as they keep piffling out into sand, but perhaps her desperate fury will win out?!
Mal keeps yanking and tugging on the dreadful fiend, shrieking as she scrambles all over it to wrench its limbs aside to open it up to Brij's strikes!
Mal rolls with the hit, her struck shoulder briefly dissolving into sand when struck. Horrified by the fiend's sudden appearance, and fearing for what it might do to her friends if it caught them, she pounces on it, snatching and tearing with sinewy hands.
Mal reels from the scything blows with a whimper, darting back in beneath the fae's reach to send him toppling to the ground where she can pounce!
Potential Opportunity Attack vs. Move/Manipulate (e.g. standing up):
...and an oddly muscular fox crashes into the redcap in a tangle of fur anf fangs!
The sac in Mal's throat inflates and deflates raggedly as even the oaken resilience of her already thick skull begins to flag. Still she presses on, using her threat display to knock the vicious dwarf off balance again!
Reactive Strike:
Mal wraps her tongue around the burly dwarf's legs and hauls her to the ground, snapping her tusky jaws tight if she tries to escape after Brij again!
Reactive Strike:
Mal ribbits dazedly, hauling herself back up behind a barrel and chomping loosely in the direction of the distressingly potent dwarf.
Mal hops forward and tackles the terrifying blacksmith, trying to keep her from slinging quite so many spells.
Mal gets knocked tusks over teakettle by the fiery blast, but then just springs up, and hops forward among the quench barrels to give Tuom a vicious tongue-lashing!
"Ribbit."
I'm okay! Mal ribbits. Mal keeps the construct pinned, tongue hauling back on it to give Brij an even cleaner shot.
Mal hops into action, tackling the automaton and slamming home her slurk spikes!
Potential Reactive Strike:
With Brijetta's help, Mal tears the weapon from Krohan's grasp, snatches it up in her clever jaws, and takes off with at a run!
...and a surprisingly muscular fox slams into Krohan, tearing at the fingers which hold the pick!.
Mal presses a webby hand to her betusked mouth. I hope these weren't famous statues!
The statues' strikes continue to echo hollowly off of Mal's oaky flesh, and she gamely returns the offensive, trying to slam the giant construct back to the ground where she can bite and back off.
Mal keeps trying to keep the statues trapped in Gig's dreadful barrage, relying more on her tongue's agility than its strength!
Mal slams the shield back into the statue's blow. The statue's fist rocks her back, but doesn't elicit much more than a grunt from her. And then a croak. The newly noble Slurk stretches out her long tongue around Ferghaz's leg and yanks it to the ground!
Mal sprints around in circles until she builds up enough speed to run right out of her skin!
Mal shrinks herself down to the size (and shape) of a humble vole. Still better hide or they might just eat me!
Wait! Why am I doin' this if they might **eat** me?!
With a screech, Mal flings herself on the choker's back, gouging at its throat in a vicious attempt to pull it off of Brij!
Mal darts forward, glancing off one of the Chokers, than caroms on off them, opening up distance while staying close enough to hurry back to Uhe.
Squeaking in dismay at whatever scavengers might be coming, Mal enlarges; though she grows no less hairy, she does grow much more able to shatter stone...
Mal points and screeches at the gem, holds up a finger in a 'please hold' gesture, then reaches up to the back of her neck and pulls herself back into dwarf shape!
Mal shrieks in surprise as she's badly singed and dumped on her brightly colored behind. She yanks and tugs at the gem, but breaks off and hustles away again when it resists her grasp.
The fiery fur that covers her body barely seems to singe - Mal just hauls back on the ghostly tendrils till they reach the snapping point, then wriggles free and darts away!
And then as a newly Brazen Baboon, yanks with all her borrowed might on the tethers of Thenur's soul gem!
The gem whipping around Mal's head intercept's the first blow, shattering into a hail of lacerating shards. The blows smashing down into her fur echo dully against skin that is clearly denser than a normal cat's as well...
Streaking around the fungal zombies in a blur, Mal rakes her wicked talons across her foes as she flings herself onward.
Mal hunkers beneath the weight of blows on her shield, then shifts her form once more. Remembering that teeth weren't the best weapon for these fungals, her shape is different this time. The fur that springs forth is grey and tangled instead of streaming red, the tail is stubby and abrupt. The claws are wickedly sharp.
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