Benedict rolled through the momentum, and for a few steps, advances on all fours as he rapidly circles back toward the demon and around Orlando.  He stalks, sharp teeth exposed in a terrible grin, his eyes mad with feverish delight.  The claws flex and tense as he balls his hands, spitting out a tooth that was expelled by the landing that left half his face caked with dust in his dark fur.  He reaches up to his chain necklace, applying its daily protection, warding him from the sudden death that already claimed their pretty angel companion.<br/><br/>"Well," Benedict growls, all tonal melody gone and replaced with a husky tone that is closer to beast than man.  "Someone should talk to the young lady about her temper.  If I rescue her, does this mean I get a kiss.  I've read the stories, the heroes /always/ get a kiss."  He continues to pad closer, wary of the massive axe, but clearly not frightened.  No, he seems... eager for the battle, muscles flexing in his legs as he and Orlando make up the front line to protect their companions, and then with a howl that stretches the tendons of his neck taut, he falls forward on all fours.<br/><br/>Any semblance to his humane form is lost, the clothes and equipment overwhelmed as his entire body is covered in the thick hide of fur and muscle.  Where Benedict once stood is a bear, with eyes as red as coal.  He rises up to two feet, arms and claws exposed, standing nearly eleven feet for nearly a second before he falls back to a more stable base and prepares for the furious melee to follow.  It is fair to assume that when he spoke of a beast, this is what he referred too.<br/><br/>(Bear Warrior Rage, +8 str, +6 con, +2 dex.  Alchemical Mutagen +8 str/4 con.  38 Strength 34 con total)<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>