Give It A Try

“What’ll it be today?” Andrev asked.

Rastaban stood on the edge of the camp and watched Andrev limber up. Silvery scars marred the flesh of his back, his limbs, reminders of all the forms he had earned.

“You should work on speed,” Rastaban said. “Can you get from one form to another without having to go human in between?”

Andrev hummed thoughtfully, stared off into the distance as he built his focus. As far as Andrev knew, Rastaban’s talent was little use in battle, so Andrev would have to carry most of the battle.

“I can give it a try.”