Yanking out the bolt and already yelling back at him in feline, which mostly sounds like screeching and random hissing. Getting on all fours and slowly starting to hover slightly off of the ground, my fur sticking on end. With a brief flash afterwards, turning into a large Snow Leopard that is not at all pleased to get shot with poisoned drow darts.<br/><br/>Roaring out in what had to be a powerful blast of feral anger, which must smash any nearby windows. Right before lounging towards the frail elf and initiating grapple. Which is more of a leap and just falling on top of him at this distance.<br/><br/>[Melee touch attack: 28, assuming a hit. Attack roll for grapple: 16+12+8=36. Attack: 25 to hit, 9 dmg]<br/><br/>