Bad Day

[Gaston]

Vladmir woke up, in a strange position. He looked down, seeing a normal nose and, beyond that, hands. Human form. It made sense, and accounted for the strange amnesia he felt. The werebear remembered nothing of the night before, which was easily explainable in his human form; he had probably been out drinking for too long. He moved to stretch his arms, and found himself shackled... not as easily explainable. He tried to move his head to look around, but found that, too, unable to move. Settling for looking ahead, he focused his eyes, seeing the unmistakable little green, imp-like figure of a goblin. Several of them, in fact, all holding spears or clubs, and all looking at him with a murderous glint in their eyes. One turned to another and grunted, the other one turning back after he did and making a growling sound towards the back of... whatever they were in. Stepping out from a hole in the wall, another goblin, even smaller than the rest, stepped forth, brandishing a knife marked with some kind of symbol. The goblin hobbled up, clearly nervous, and held up the knife, pointing it at Vladmir's stomach. One other goblin grunted towards the smaller one, causing it to jump. The little goblin nodded, pushing the knife toward Vladmir. Panicking, Vladmir flailed, shacking the chains, but the goblin continued pushing the knife forward. The other goblins began grunting with some strange rhythm, a chorus of savage sounds emanating throughout the building. Vladmir began to panic, unsure of how he would get out of this situation.

[Gaston]

As the goblin pushed the knife nearer and nearer to his stomach, Vladmir focused, trying to think of some way to get out. He could try to transform into his warform, but that was always a hard process, especially when he was tired like he was then. Perhaps he could slip out of the shackles somehow, but that was risky, and would leave him defenceless against the goblins. Seeing no other reasonable option, Vladmir began to attempt to turn, focusing on the feeling of his warform... the power he felt, the strength of a bear with the dexterity of a human, an overwhelming power that could overtake his adversaries. The minute the full feeling of power took over Vladmir's mind, he began to change: his nose and mouth became connected, his teeth growing as they expanded outward, his muscles convulsed and grew, his nails growing into claws. The goblin about to cut Vladmir jumped backwards, startled by his sudden change. But at the point where he started to grow fur, Vladmir's transformation stopped, remaining in a mostly-human form. A goblin watching finally let out a shriek, rushing up to the small gob lin that had been about to stab Vladmirt and smacking it, ripping the knife from its grubby paws. It wasted no time, stabbing into Vladmir's stomach with an incredible force, piercing in with a fierce pain. Vladmir let out a guttural roar, fully expanding into his warform, his expanding muscles breaking through the chains as he stood there, prepared now to fight his way out of whatever place he was being held.

[Gaston]

Vladmir looked (and smelled) around, finding that there were five goblins in the room, including the one right next to him. Wasting no time, he smacked the one near his stomach with all of his might, launching it several metres before it hit a wall, making a splatting sound as it was crushed. One other goblins screeched, a wretched sound that seemed to carry with it the weight of sadness and anger, running up, a savagely-made club in hand. It smacked into Vladmir's gut with all of its might, shrieking as it did. As the club connected with Vladmir's flesh, a crack emanated throughout the chamber. The werebear howled in pain, holding his side as he fell down onto his knees. Looking up, Vladmir saw the goblin again preparing to strike, this time at his head. His instincts took over, and his paw flew up, as he dug into the goblin's arm with his claws. The goblin dropped the club, but before it could scream, Vladmir stuck out his neck and bit into its throat, tossing it away just after. Biting down on his gum and trying to ignore the pain in his ribs, Vladmir let out a snarl, causing two of the remaining goblins to flee, shrieking. Only one left. Vladmir raced towards it, dropping down on all fours and sprinting toward the beast. Finally taking in its situation, the goblin turned around and tried to run, but Vladmir was too fast for it. Leaping forward, he landed on its back, digging his claws into the little monster before pulling them out quickly, taking a sizable piece of flesh with them. Stumbling forward, Vladmir made it to the exit of wherever he was, and prepared to venture out, ready for whatever may lie.

[Gaston]

When he made it outside, Vladmir was greeted with a strange sight. Dozens of goblins, perhaps even more, all in a circle around a large stump, on which an aging goblin dressed up in shaman-like clothing was standing, dancing to a nonexistent beat and grunting rhythmically. The other goblins followed suit, their eyes closed and their heads facing towards the sky. Suddenly, their ritual was interrupted by several goblins running up and shrieking frantically. All the goblins opened their eyes and pulled weapons off of their waists and backs, preparing to fight Vladmir. But the shaman, strangely, began chanting. It threw up its arms and its eyes turned red, the wrinkles indicating age disappearing from its face as it grew taller and stronger. The other goblins, though, had seemingly the opposite effect on them. They began to shrivel up, aging rapidly and getting smaller. The leading goblin laughed the whole time the goblins' energy was drained, its voice getting progressively deeper as it got larger. Vladmir was shocked; it kept growing even after it got larger than any goblin should be able to, even getting larger than him. When he was in his war form! By the time the goblin was done, all the other goblins were in a heap on the ground, unrecognisable piles of dried out flesh. The large goblin jumped down from the stump it was on, laughing as it walked towards Vladmir, a smirk on its face. Vladmir snarled at the beast, hoping it wouldn't actually fight him. But it did. It suddenly began running towards Vladmir, grabbing his shoulders and trying to tbrow bum. But Vladmir was quick, and pulled his paws up to the goblin's shoulders, digging in with his claws. They began some sort of odd wrestling match, constantly pushing on each other and attempting to knock the other over. Until Vladmir had an idea. He bit into the goblin's shoulder, pulling his paw out and scratching its face. The goblin recoiled, but quickly recovered, catching Vladmir off guard with a punch to the chest. Vladmir dropped down to the ground,  his knees on the ground and supporting him along with his paws, his face nearly in the dirt but his torso raised up, in a similar position to that most would use to imitate a dog. The goblin then stomped Vladmir all the way into the ground, his face in the dirt. The beast then flipped him over so he could see what was happening, and began a barrage of kicks at Vladmir's ribs and chest, laughing as it did. Vladmir went into a sort of pained stupor at that point, unsure really of what was happening, only aware of the pain. Until the large goblin aimed a kick at Vladmir's face. Then his reflexes kicked in, and he bit the goblin's ankle, flipping it over onto the dirt. The goblin moaned in pain as it hit the ground, and Vladmir got on all fours, walking over to the goblin and slicing away at its throat with his claws. He then got back on two legs and began to stumble away, heading back to his home. It had been a long day.