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Oz was just as concerned about the nose bleed as Marshall was, but he didn't outwardly show it. At least not whilst he was working. If he was going to make a fuss, it would be later or on a break. After a quick scan for the wooden beams used in the foundation support, Oz suddenly found himself feeling very feverish.

He wafted himself with his large hands and even undid the top of his polo shirt a little more to get more air. But to no avail. The aches he had temporarily displaced came back with a vengence, shooting right up his spine. He'd already hesitated somewhat in his objective, and didn't want to keep Marshall waiting any longer.

He wrapped one arm about the a wooden beam and lifted it until he was comfortable, dragging the heavy wood at a slow pace over to the pit. He'd done harder things in endurance training...but that was at least 8 years ago now.

With a great huff, he dropped the beam to the ground and looked down to Marshall, puffing to get his breath back.

"You...ready...for...this?"

Oz waved off the helpful warning from Marshall as the penguin boy being paranoid. Construction accidents could be nasty, and no one here was equipped with hard hats. But it was one little beam of wood, what could possibly go wrong?

He felt this called for grabbing the beam and lowering it down vertically, so that all Marshall had to do was guide it into the hole and then secure it with dirt. So, with a renewed determination to overcome his flu-ish symptoms, the nose-bleed included in that, Oz lifted the beam and then got it to balance so he could 'bear-hug' it and then carry it over bit by bit.

Teetering at the edge, he lined himself up with Marshall, who he assumed to be standing by the waiting hole. He began to lower the beam...

Newt had come up with several attempts for pulleys using whatever materials he could put his webbed hands on, a was carrying them in a bag made from one of his old too-small shirts over his shoulder for Gaius to give his opinion on. At the sight of Marshall across the construction sight, the frog perked up. Gaius looked buisy anyway- he could affoard to take a quick stop for a hello. He hopped over, ready to show off his handywork and see what his friend had been up to when he noticed Marshall wasn't alone. "Ah..." His words were cut off by a shy krrKIT.

"Oz watch ou-!" Marshall didn't get to finish his sentence as the large plank of wood came flying down. A loud crunch could be heard, as the ill prepared Marshall went slamming into the ground. His left arm, his "good" arm, was where the sound came from. An unnatural bend happened right between his wrist and elbow.

"...AAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!!!" Marshall screamed in pain, holding his shoulder with his mitten-like hand, eyes shut. He had never broken a bone before, and judging by this, he would never want to again. Marshall's arm had some how gotten in the wrong place when the plank fell, snapping the hollow bird bone.

"Muh-muh-muh-MARSHALL!" Newt dropped his cargo in shock and for a breif moment had the sudden urge to hop away as fast as he could. Fortunatly, he had enough wits about him to leap forward instead to quickly try to help his friend. Oh no! Oh NO oh no oh no!! He hardly glanced to the fallen Oz on his way past.

The situation that was unfolding could barely penetrate the veil of pain and confusion that had now consumed Oz. He pulled the blood-soaked tissues from his nose, the thick red liquid seeping down his features, mixing with spit as his jaws tensed and laxed in spams with new growth.

Writhing in pain, he grasped at his shirt. Tear it away, get cool air to fiery skin. But he wasn't quick enough. Seams ripped as muscles bulged. Intense burning and itching about his neck as thick, black fur began to force itself through thickening skin. He clawed at his every muscle, trying to rip them away if he could. What he wouldn't give for talons right now...

CRACK!

Another massive convulsion in his spine. His legs went numb.

"Muh-muh-Marshall, are... y-you're... ah... I sh-should... ah!" He panicked, trying to be usefull, but couldn't think of a thing besides searching to see if anyone could do better. He first spotted Gaius nearby, but he seemed preoccupied with something across the hole. The man Marshall had been working with- he... he was... "Ah...KrrKIT!!"