"Lads, it's me! I don't know what's with myself, though." I yelled out, clearing a few things up when Robert announced he'd be fighting a Drake afterwards. I didn't really like Drakes either, but not so much as killing them. No, my opinion wasn't changed from this transformation. Either way, I acted quickly, siding myself with the others almost awkwardly before taking out a knife or two from my pockets.

Thing was, I still wasn't used to being a drake. I ended up dropping of my knives, the thing clattering on the cave floor before instantly reappearing in-between two of my fingers. Stupidly, I dropped it once more before having an actual grasp with the damn thing, standing straight and taking aim at any old wolf around the cave. I didn't anticipate the fact that when throwing my knife, it didn't seem to go as where I intended, and instead brushed past the wolf's fur to my surprise. "Damn it." I still wasn't used to my body, releasing too early and just above the wolf. This wasn't going to be an easy fight.