Andrev didn’t think a first attack was supposed to feel this fun, but instead of being shot through with nerves he was running on sheer bliss. The weightlessness, formlessness, freedom of shifting from form to form was indescribable, and as he bounded toward the camp - first an ant, then a beetle; a snake, then a sparrow; a hawk, a cat, dog, wolf, tiger - he realized he had the world at his feet.
Including the people.
Kir screamed first, and he screamed like a girl.
Then something slammed into Andrev’s side.
He hit the ground, rolled.
And landed on his feet.
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