<<That works for me. Make ready for battle.>> She says, shifting into Urshul form. Her beautiful white coat, now marred with mud and slop, has tinges of a slate color near the muzzle and paws, and the tip of her tail as well now.
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<<That works for me. Make ready for battle.>> She says, shifting into Urshul form. Her beautiful white coat, now marred with mud and slop, has tinges of a slate color near the muzzle and paws, and the tip of her tail as well now.
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In response to Michael's request Alison began to alter her shape. After a moment she was standing infront of Michael in Hishu form completely naked except for her backpack. She took off the pack and then bent over to rustle through its contents. After a second she pulled out a roadflare and handed it to Michael. She brushed up against him trying to get close enough to whisper softly in his ear. <<Light just like I showed you.>>
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Michael nods silently at her with a smile and places the cap of the flare on the bottom but doesn't light it yet. He glances around, taking in their surroundings, then hisses at them. <<I'll light it, hold it above my head, don't look at it, keep eyes down and stay back so you have shadows to hide in, all it'll see is a bright light.>> He holds the flare lightly in his hand, waiting to see what they do and if they agree.
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Alison nods and then slowly begins changing her shape. She falls to all fours and soon stands there in Urshul form, a much larger version of the red wolf from earlier. While the form is larger than before it still gives the impresson of being smaller and skinnier than one might expect from Urshul, giving the impression of strength and agility. She stood still waiting for the the cue and directions to hide in ambush.
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BrokenShackles slinks back to stand beside Alison, her form a little larger than hers, more muscular. She waits for the cue that Michael will give. She has a cold look in her eyes, with a tinge of a barely restrained urge to charge. A low growl begins to rumble deep in her throat, but she checks it, knowing silence was needed more.
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Michael turns and raises the road flare above his head, lighting it with a sharp rap of his hand. He then sets off down the tunnel, making sure to make a great deal of splashing as he goes, not being stealthy in the least. He glances behind him once as he starts to ensure his packmates are out of range of the light cast by the flare then carries on, his muscles tensing as he prepares himself for the almost inevitable battle that's coming.
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Michael crashes through the sewers, making a huge racket. It echoes around him, but after several seconds of charging he encounters no resistance. All he smells is shit and piss.
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He hears nothing unusual.
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Michael carries on into the dark, making no real effort to be stealthy, but making less obivous noise for now.
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