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God-fucking-DAMMIT !!—n-nno-ot immmprressssed!” we drop to all fours as each limb joins in exploding with muscle and growing longer; every fraction of every inch wracking our already overloaded brain in pain. We twitch then as all the ribs in our left side fracture and warp—at least one puncturing a lung before re-setting and allowing the torn organ to expand before knitting itself shut again. Our eyes swirl as over-oxygenated blood floods our brain and turns it into a well-tuned and calculating machine with one function…
    Murder; slay; slaughter; disembowel; destroy.
    In a word: maim.
    With new purpose and motivation burning in every nerve ending, we lock our gaze on our target, “We're n-no- not even on the c-court—crrAH! FUCKER!— you crotch-sniffing f-f-fuck!”
    “Are ya fer real?” the therion jumps to his feet and yanks off his wife-beater in a single motion and his aura starts to bubble and rise, “Yer trippin', motherfucker! You ain't nuthin' ! Shit's 'bout to get real , motherfucker!”
    He's bold.
    We'll give him that!
    But the mutt's struggle to contain his full bladder gives him away.
    The knowledge that we're so close to making him piss on himself makes the monster in us that much more eager!
    “You… you fucking IDIOT!” our voice is broken glass hiding in wait within a baby's bottle, and we howl as our skull finally splinters and begins to re-shape itself. We cackle again as our body becomes numb enough to stand against the agony, “We're going to rip your goddam head off and skull-fuck the prize!”—our teeth begin to ache in our gums and begin to shift and realign to fit in our new head—”That REAL enough for you?”
    The therion's eyes widen, “Who in the fuck is 'we', ya crazy asshole?”
    We pause, narrowing our eyes at him. We? Who is… fuck! We're doing it again! Thought we'd gotten over that whe—
    Something pops in our mind and flares before dying down again.
    Where were we?
    Ah, yes…
    Our eyes focus and take in every detail of the street—the shattered glass beneath us shimmering with hidden shades from spectrums no species will ever fathom and our senses drawing in a symphony of tales from a myriad of sources…
    And we want to kill them all!
    Our body becomes our own and no longer a slave to the tortures of emerging from wherever it is we come from. Joints that were once molten or shattered now flex with the realization that they've never been stronger.
    We have never been stronger!
    And the therion must be shown this!
    His aura starts in the opposite direction before he does, but he does finally turn to run.
    The always run from us!
    Always!
    “Crazy! Ya hear me, motherfucker? Ya fuckin' NUTS ! Yer gonna bring a clan on our asses! That what ya want, asshole; the fuckin' law comin' down on ya?”
    Our appreciation of his humor isn't lost as we start after him. “Dumbass! We are with the clan! We are the law! And we're coming down on you !”
    We're hot on his heels before either of us are aware we've even started the chase. Somewhere in our core there's a fire burning, relishing in the traces of fear that we sense as we begin to close in on him. His aura spikes and swirls as his mind tries to work out a solution to his predicament until the only one he's got left takes the spotlight and starts shrieking.
    He has to transform!
    He has to try and meet us on our level!
    His body, unlike ours, is built to accommodate the change—made to shift and change shape at the drop of a pin—and, without pausing or slowing, he begins to will the creature within him to show itself. As his own transformation begins, we can see the fucker's shit-colored aura go batshit-crazy as he struggles to sprint on rapidly changing legs. That his body isn't wracked in the pain that we're forced to endure every fucking time this happens makes us all the more furious and we launch ourselves forward on springboard legs and sink our claws into the cold stone of the apartment building and begin to