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[b][/b]When he headed away from her and into the shadows, she vainly hoped for a moment maybe he was giving up, and would let her go, based solely on her apple-throwing skills. That glimmer was immediately shattered when she watched his form grow monstrous. She found herself at a conundrum, stuck between [i]is that what I look like to other people,[/i] and a resounding, [i]I am so boned.[/i]. With claws headed directly for her, she had little time to react, and quickly pulled the jacket from around her waist, and ducked low, her hand briefly sweeping over her hip, then down, holding the jacket taut, sweeping under his form once more for his feet.