"Lockbed"

Now the changeling saw himself exposed. Not a warrior, the monster knew itself was in big trouble being doubleteamed and all. It was turning grim even with Ember under its influence.

So it dug into the bag for another trick. While Bruce was distracted with crossbow reloading, it took a young colt form. The same coat and mane colors as Ember washed over its body. Even all of the nobles wounds were mimic.

And when Bruce turned in a flash to fire or threaten to do so... Two Ember Sols.

"Horseapples."

Hover


"Oh. Umm.. You have increased in mass." Hover reaches over to poke and prod the stallion's muscle. She blushes and feels a rush of heat shower her body. A bundled quivers. For a second, she was not thinking about doom, insanity, or death.