Zoey hit the deck as the sound bombs assailed her senses, her throwing stars flying over her head in some nondescript direction. Suddenly her help was becoming a detriment. Her form melted into a wolf on the ground, for realzies this time, and tackled the clairvoyant. Assuming this was successful, she'd push a paw to his forehead and start sending him nightmare visions. Lots of nightmare visions.