Dissolved Dragonoid Form

Cough! Cough! Cough!

Marina coughed up thick, dark red draconic blood as she separated from the butcher. 

With one swift motion, she created distance from him before wiping the blood from the corner of her lips.

Her hair was disheveled, and her face was covered in blood and grime. Sweat coated her body — something she hadn't experienced for a very long time.

Burn marks and torn skin covered her body, and she could no longer maintain her perfect humanoid form. Her dragon horns had grown larger, and patches of her body were covered in dragon scales, which had allowed her to withstand the serious injuries she had suffered.

This wasn't her dragonoid form. Not really. Her draconic body had instinctively manifested these features without her consent — a clear sign of her survival instincts taking over.