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((Well...it was hit, but not destroyed. And having missing fur isn't much of a consolation for your solid hits, I feel she should at least be in some pain.))

Splat cat.

Owle yowled. Her chest was already aching from his punches before, and now he had gone and landed on her tail!

She hadn't expected him to be falling right as she'd transformed. Especially since she was sitting down when the transformation ended...he shouldn't have had any idea she was going to try to dart between his legs.

To free her tail, she was shifting again, this time forming into a small bird, your common song sparrow. As his hands came to grab her, she flew up and...

...just as her little birdy feet cleared his hands, she decided now was a good time to be vaguely human again. Her feet would remain where they were as she changed, and then she would be falling. Likely onto his hands. This, of course, would do no good for her injured leg.

It was lucky for her he had needed to grope behind him to grab her, otherwise he might have succeeded in holding her still.

((Never had it happen before, so I was asking what you thought was fair. *shrugs*))

He wouldn't be holding her up for long, as they impact against his hands would jar the sore spot on her right leg where he had kicked her. Not to mention that her hindquarters and upper thighs felt like they'd been squashed from him landing on her earlier.

Again the leg would try to give out, and she too would fall over, face first, into the sand.

Double awkward!

"Ow!"

She didn't have time to react as he jumped on top of her, knocking the wind out of her and wrapping his limbs around hers.

The problem was, he was trying to pin down a shapeshifter who's intermediate form was a liquid. As long as she could shift into something smaller, it wasn't really going to work.

So once she got some some breath back in her body, it melted beneath Jack once again. This time, the liquid was flying up, towards where the fingers of her left hand had been. It was forming in a small, concentrated sphere, small enough for him to cup his hands around and hold.

Unless she had another form that size, it looked like the sparrow again.

He would soon have a mouthful of feathers, little scratchy talons and a beak. Owle had become the sparrow again.

She was a panicked sparrow now, who was chirping and fluttering her wings and hopping around madly in the limited confines of his mouth. Or trying, anyway.

If that wasn't bad enough, Jack would soon hear Owle's voice in his head.

"Gack! This is disgusting, what are you doing? Spit me out spit me out!"

She had no idea what he was saying, at least audibly. Being inside his mouth made for some weird acoustics.

Fortunately, as a telepath, she could pick out the thought behind the words. She didn't view this as immoral since she was the one he was trying to convey the thought to, anyway.

"I give up I give up EWWWWWWW!"

The last as the lugie hit her, gumming up her wings. "You win just let me oooout!"

"Ewwwww..."

Owle was pretty beaten and bruised, though no blood had been drawn on her. The sparrow had just plain fallen sideways in the sand, then melted away into Owle's more human form.

She lifted a hand to wipe the lugie off her face.

"That is the most disgusting fight I have had ever!" she declared finally, shaking her hand out in front of her, then wiping it in the sand in an attempt to get the lugie off. "I am never turning into something bite-sized around you again!"

Owle just stared at him at first, wondering what he found so funny when she had little bits of gross all over her. Then she started laughing, too. It was contagious! Besides, he made quite a funny sight himself, just rolling around there in the sand.