[ No, kid, come on. She glances at him, gritting her teeth. The chupacabras are circling back, growling, and Eda doesn't want to go like this. She has too much life left to live, and this kid has even more.
The chupacabras leap at her, and she leaps at them without a plan, but knowing that she can't let this kid get hurt, get killed, by these things.
As she jumps, her body changes, shifts, hair getting wilder, wings sprouting from her back, bursting through her clothes. Her hand turns clawed, and she attacks one of the creatures, rolling with it to the ground.
At least this time, she has a shot, a chance. She doesn't know what's happening, not in so many words, but she does seem to remember what to do with it. How to fly, how to fight, and rolls with the creatures, fighting them off one after the other ]
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The chupacabras leap at her, and she leaps at them without a plan, but knowing that she can't let this kid get hurt, get killed, by these things.
As she jumps, her body changes, shifts, hair getting wilder, wings sprouting from her back, bursting through her clothes. Her hand turns clawed, and she attacks one of the creatures, rolling with it to the ground.
At least this time, she has a shot, a chance. She doesn't know what's happening, not in so many words, but she does seem to remember what to do with it. How to fly, how to fight, and rolls with the creatures, fighting them off one after the other ]