Ambrose looks between the two figures. "You mean cut out a piece of skin or something like that? No thanks!" He tries to shift, seeing an opening between the pair. His heart races as he finds himself not turning into a bad. "what did you do to us??" He growls, glaring at the man. "Why can't I shift??" He glances at Misha. "When I get them distracted, run for help." He whispers, before lunging at Benjamin.