the druid stared for a moment at Gajol's more than impressive display of prowess, apparently at a momentary loss for words. when she fell the rutterkin he calls out to her and Inyrra,  "Forget the demons, catch the high priest!", and then turned his attention to the trapped priests "I'll handle these".<br/><br/>and with those final words he drops the pebbles he was holding, and seems to focus, drawing on force from within: green light circulated him, lightly obscuring his form as he shanged shape. His jaws and entire face lengthened, mouth growing fangs, blue eyes replaced with a fierce metalic orange glow, face sprouting head-plates that extend behind the head as horns, chin growing brown bladed horns.  his form became hunched, his backpack seemed to be absorbed withing his changing form, and was abruptly replaced with wings and frills, mottled green at the edge and become darker as they reach the body. his armor was also absorbed with the new form, instead replaced with dull brown scales with a hint of a brassy hue, and as his hands-turned-claws reach the ground he sprouts a long, frill-covered tail. a brass dragon now, no bigger than a small horse, he focuses his eyes on the priests trapped on the dais,  flicking a serpentine tongue towards their direction before plunging his head downwards to the tiled floor, easily shattering it and with quick, serpentine motions he uses his head-plates like a shovel, raising broken tile and earth, digging downwards with powerfull claws, quickly disappearing below the ground, and, judging by the occasional breaks and cracks on the tiled floor, swiftly approaches the group of priests clutching their ceremonial weapons.<br/><br/>all that occured swiftly, in less than five-six heartbeats.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>