"Looky here, princess. I'm going to take that sword of your's, and break your fucking face in if you don't back away right now." Soah said, as he slowly let himself succumb to the urge. Not fully, though. He didn't want to lose that much control. Besides, once they saw what he was turning into, they'd probably all run. Soah could feel his arms start to grow in size, just barely though, and under his cloak. He tried to conceal the partial transformation as much as possible, but it was getting more and more visible. His nose slowly turned into what could only be described as a muzzle. The changes were slow and gradual, allowing some kind of discretion. Soah clenched his hand into a tight fist, but still waited before making a move. A sword would hurt, but he could take a blow. He only need a small window. Soah was quick enough, and powerful enough, to rip the man's throat with a quick flourish, and the other two would no doubt run after they saw what happened to their friend.