Chapter 22: Belly of the Bully

"Ahh. Dammit," Felicity said as her dazzling, almost-metal fur burst through the clothes she had just put back on. The sound of ripping clothes accompanied half a dozen pained expressions as they destroyed yet another change of clothes.

Sol knew he would miss the battle if he changed, so he had to just make due in a semi-human form letting his fingers and hands stretch into woody trunks. The thing that was in the bushes was large, he could sense its size. The "wrongness" around it had a certain pressure that made Sol think it was particularly strong.

Sol's mind spread into the plants beneath and around the creature and tried to jam as much energy into them as possible. He wove a mass of roots and branches around the creature that caused it howl and jump from its location with a blast of fire and smoke.