Nicole caught the tossed cloak deftly in her left hand. She held it there for a moment, marveling at how light-weight it was despite its size. She also noticed that it seemed to be quite sturdy. Deciding that she had marveled at the cloak long enough, she flipped it over her head and quickly tied a knot around her neck using the strings. The cloak billowed out behind her, finally coming to rest and only moving very slightly. She walked towards the weapons rack that Aliath ahd indicated, and the cloak flowed behind her impressively. Coming to a stop about a foot away from the rack, she gazed intently at her selections. There were swords of many makes and shapes, containing scimitars, long swords, katanas, claymores, and others. Can't use these. Too big and cumbersome while flying. Next Next were daggers. There were the traditional type, then there were throwing knives, and lastly, sais. Already have those. No thanks. Next thoere were bows and crossbows, and various other weapons. Finally, at the end of the rack, she came to what she wanted.
It was a small staff, about 4 feet in length. It was amde of a black metal, which shone slightly in the light. Its ends were capped in golden metal, and this shone more brightly than the black. Out of one end of it protruded a blade. It looked like it was from the end of a traditional European sword, and extended 2 feet out of the staff, making the total length 6 feet. Well, I'm 6'5... This looks like it will work well. I can use two hands to hold it while flying, it looks steady, and I can have it on my back while I fly. Plus, getting hit with very hard metal at high speeds tends to make people slightly loopy. I'll take it. Nicole lifted the staff off of the rack and twirled it a few times, taking care to avoid her feet with the blade. She noted that while it did have some weight to it, it was good weight, and wouldn't bother her. She turned back to Aliath and grinned. "Now what?"
The door was opened onto chaos. Meaghan gasped involuntarily as she was led out the door by one of the prison guards of Bandora. People ran to and fro. Buildings were on fire, and even more were being set ablaze as she watched. Odd, bug-like creatures ran among the fleeing crowds, striking down many a man, woman, and child. Winged lizards snaked through the sky, and appeared to be carrying even more of the bugs. Meaghan looked on in horror as one of these flying lizards flew past a tall building and slammed its front paws into it. Bricks and mortar plummeted towards the ground. A few people noticed these and dove for cover, but most did not and were struck down by the missles. The invasion of Bandora by the Kilit was well underway. And the Kilit were winning.
The prison guard who had led Meaghan out looked at this spectacle with horror. He looked between her, the crowd, and the door, and soon made his decision. "See ya." The guard let go of Meaghan's hand, turned away, and ran back into the prison. Presumably to hole himself up in a cell, grab his knees, and mutter to himself. Or wish for his mother. One of the two. Meaghan growled. She had been told that all the prisoners were being released so that they could help fight off the invasion. Glancing down at her legs, she ranted in her head. Of course. They even have to bring out the cripples. And then he just LEAVES me here! That guy must have quite the pair on him, knowing what I am... Snorting in disgust, Meaghan attempted to take a step, but instead fell straight to the ground. She yelped in surprise, then yelled aloud in frustration and pain as her shoulder slammed into the ground. "DAMN IT!" She writhed for a moment, then took a few deep breaths. Calm down, girl. You'll be fine. Just need to tran- She looked up.
A Kilit stood abover her. Meaghan's face slowly began to turn white. The massive insect was drooling, and a glob of its drool landed on her face. Its mandibles opened and closed in excitement, and a faint squealing sound could be heard issuing from its mouth. Its eyes gleamed madly as it lowered its head toward Nicole. Oh god. Oh god, oh god. Gotta change. Gotta change. Gotta- The Kilit suddenly backed away in shock. Its prey was turning into somehting different. Meaghan curled herself up into a ball as she transformed, and the Kilit backed away even more. She was growing fur at a very rapid rate. Her fur was brown in color, just like her hair. As the transformation progressed, she began to stand up on her legs, which were expanding at an alarming rate. Her toenails lengthened into claws and the rest of her feet turned into paws. The same happened to her hands. Her nose and jaw shot forth from her body and became a snout. Her teeth sharpened to razor points. Her eyes changed to the color of the night sky and were infused with a feral gleam. Her ears drew farther back on her head and also grew fur. As her body expanded, her clothes began to rip and soon fell away from her new body. The entire process only took a few seconds, and before the Kilit knew what was happening, its ears were assaulted with a high-pitched howl. The newly formed werewolf jumped at him and the Kilit knew no more.