NOTHING LEFT TO SAY // COMBAT TRAINING

[Starrynight !]

//OOC

Even as Roy presented a reasonable case, Starrynight’s head continued to slowly shake from side to side in shocked disbelief. He didn’t want to fight- he couldn’t! Jaws parted, but no response could get out. Fighting could kill people- it- it could lead to permanent problems, it...

The thought of this training being held at all made his fur prickle uncomfortably. If something went wrong, then they didn’t exactly have the proper medical training or supplies to fix it. The Astral Seraph was at a loss. He shouldn’t have come over. You’re weak. His eyes widened. Had Roy said that? ”R-refusal to fight isn’t a weakness-!” The outburst was cut off as Bastille bowled him over. He had no time to react as he was suddenly on his back, pinned to the carpet by the fireball’s sturdy paws.

Momentarily, the milky feline struggled, but he didn’t know how to escape from such a hold. With his heart pulsing with panic, the body beneath Bastille’s paws swelled as it changed into a much larger creature. The transformation started out swift, but slowed, as if he were struggling to finish it. The cat was now a white tiger. Flipping onto his side, Starrynight made an attempt the make Bastille fall off while he scrambled to his larger, bulky paws. His shapeshifting was unlike the normal kind. His body could shift due to the instability of his atomic makeup, but his internal organs did not change nearly as much to make up for it. A sense of dizziness washed over him as his too-small heart struggled to pump a reduced amount of blood through his larger body. Stumbling forward, he tried to plant a paw on his Corporal to pin him down instead. His mind was screaming at him to change back. Not yet. He couldn’t do it yet. ”It’s over,” he managed hoarsely. The aura from his paws had vanished.

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