It had been a long day... a long tiring day for Mirnea. She was no where running on empty but she was feeling the burn now. Clearly she had to do something though. Clearly, she had to help finish off these fiends. Thank the Blood God that Mirnea had a sense of humor about it.<br/><br/>One last blood rush for her. One last dance of her blade. As she began to cut her skin, she channeled what she had left. She spun as she spun her blade across her flesh and spit out her incantation of exasperation.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: red">Malfashara!</span>"<br/><br/>(Polymorph Self - into a Black Dragon of appropriate size)<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>