Bad Day

[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.