A sense of satisfaction bubbled in Izzy’s chest when she saw his eyes widen, but the feeling lasted mere seconds. Izzy let out a yelp at the sharp stinging that erupted just above her wrists when Theurge freed himself. She stumbled away, horror struck at the harrowing sight of her hands on the ground, before she remembered they would grow back. No sooner had she recalled such, then they did.
	She looked back to Theurge, alarmed, and took a few quick bounds back from him, wondering where he had pulled a weapon from. Her mouth opened slightly when she saw that his arms themselves had turned into blades. She had thought Cerasus was mocking her statement about turning into a bat when he mentioned transformation, but it would seem he had been quite serious.
	Her hands clenched and unclenched as he assumed a defensive position, wondering if [i]she[/i] could do something like that, and how. 
	She had all but forgotten that Theurge would have once been a human as well, with the way he acted. But he did make a point. She was no longer apart of the human side of the world. Here, the rules were different. She could count the number of them she knew on one hand. As long as Theurge did not chop it off first, anyway.
	“Ever think about trying to turn back?” she grumbled, her voice low and shaky. She only half payed attention to him as she tried to concentrate, imagining her own arms mimicking his.