The hairs on the back of Danny's neck began standing on end. He was being watched. His eyes darted around, taking in his surroundings.  He couldn't see, smell or hear anything, but his instincts told him that he was being watched by someone... or something. It couldn't be Them, could it?

There were drones in the area, but they weren't anywhere close to him. They focused on another, flashier, hero who joined just before the situation devolved into chaos. Others joined the fray but none of them seemed to notice him. Perhaps, then, there was some kind of invisible observer somewhere, waiting to pull the strings... The blond-haired boy shook his head in an attempt to refocus. There was no reason for that organisation to be here, not for this level of crime and not around this many people. Perhaps it was nothing, just a random feeling of his. But he decided to play it safe.

Danny shook his head to relax the muscles a little, beginning the morph as he did. His hair as his skin became roughened and browned. His jaw lengthened, pulling his cheeks forward, his chin forward, his teeth, sharpening as his jaw grew. His eyes stayed right where they were, but now they sunk into pits and shone like baleful green stars. A predatory sheen had taken them over, and his transformation was complete. He had transformed almost fully into a velociraptor now, save for the tail and his torso. It was a littls surreal, seeing the head of a dinosaur peeking out from a school uniform. As long as it hid his identity, it would be fine. Some heroes fought for glory and recognition, but Danny wasn't one of them. It was probably too late for him to fool the hidden observer, and plenty of people could identify the school he went to, but this would do for now.

With that covered, the teenage velociraptor looked down at the situation. Things were getting increasingly out of hand, and while there was a quite an encirclement of heroes, the disorganisation meant that holes would form sooner or later. It was time for a decisive strike, and Danny knew where to do it. Bounding across the rooftops, he paused for a moment above his quarry. In such a messy situation it was difficult to time his moment to strike. But an opportunity soon arose as a young woman appeared, blocking the path of the crate bearers. Danny sprung down, claws slicing out in a sudden flash of violence, carving shallow wounds into the thieves' arms and spraying fresh blood into the air. The crate dropped out of their wounded arms. 

The crate fell towards the ground, about to make contact with the pavement, but Danny was faster, launching himself towards it as soon as his foot touched the ground. He tackled it away from the would be thieves, skidding to a stop between the young woman and the group of villains. He put himself in front of the crate as if to protect it.
[b][color=yellow]"This crate... does not belong to you. I will return it."[/color][/b] The young velociraptor hissed.
His voice had become rough and raspy, and his head's shape made it difficult to enunciate. But he had practised speaking in his dinosaur form for just an occassion. Unfortunately, while he had wanted to spout a witty one-liner, the saurian instincts that came with his transformed head made that difficult (he had never been one for one-liners anyway). In lieu of that, he hoped that his claws and teeth made a sharp enough argument to the thieves.

([@Vega7285] sort of)