Chris spasms as the psionics hit home. Her bestial arm recedes in size, along with the rest of her. She leaps back to get her bearings, not fully transformed, but still towering over Rose in a hybrid state leaning more towards beast than girl.
She smirks, licking her lips as she circles Rose, clothes already hanging off her in tatters. "Nice hit girl.. You wanna go shot for shot?" She runs in, weaving from side to side, trying to land a bull-rush.
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