[i]How I wish I could.[/i] Evren practically let the Näkki drag him under the water, practically still until he felt his skin pierced by her claws. All at once he was violently protesting against her grasp as his visage was ripped away from him like a torn shirt. His struggling kicked up sediment as he tried to plant his feet somewhere solid, searching for some leverage to throw the assailant off. Desperate to escape his vulnerable form he made a wild bite for her arm, inhaling a mouthful of water as he let his massive, uneven fangs sink into her sallow flesh. He didn’t want to drink of her or turn her, if even he could; he just wanted to shift back out of his miserable skin, and he didn’t care how many watery breaths it took to get back on the shore, to change again, to get [i]out[/i] of this skin.