[ It would have gone harmlessly past, if her body hadn't suddenly grown a good deal larger. Instead of the skitter of batarang over stone, there's only a quiet thud as it strikes a shoulder. Khisanth at least manages not to growl, only winces. It's painful, but can be ignored.
Her new eyes, even with her true nature guiding them, don't see very well in the darkness. But she can just make him out, and she starts forward. The footsteps—four of them, now—are huge, muffled, and occasionally accompanied by the click of claws. ]
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Her new eyes, even with her true nature guiding them, don't see very well in the darkness. But she can just make him out, and she starts forward. The footsteps—four of them, now—are huge, muffled, and occasionally accompanied by the click of claws. ]