As the elf-man hits the ground, he changes into someone completely different. His ears shrink, his skin darkens, and two teeth on his lower jaw jut out and form short, vestigial tusks. From half-elf to half-orc in less than a second... if the whole situation weren't so damned strange, it would be a pretty impressive trick.<br/><br/>Though the changed man doesn't take a bow... instead, he takes off running- away from Tamara, away from the cracks in the earth, away from it all. It's a sprint of pure fear, Lukas notes- moving with wild abandon, not worrying about how open it leaves you to attack, just trying to be somewhere else as soon as possible.<br/><br/>The real kicker, though, is what happens once the man makes it about twenty yards away. As his foot crosses some invisible threshold, he stumbles, and shifts back to his original self. Confused, the man looks around... and Lukas notes that the man's eyes seem to glaze over as he looks back to where the two adventurer's stand. As if that spot just doesn't exist.<br/><br/>"Tam!? I think something is... Oh." The thief turns around just in time to see an immense and lovely woman, standing easily eight feet tall and clothed only in a nimbus of pulsating red light, push her way through the earth, and rise up in front of Tamara.<br/><br/>"S'oya!" The woman's voice is surprisingly soft, and gentle, considering the curved red claws at the end of each hand. Though perhaps that's just the natural effect of the sylvan language... "Ass'ri mogrid chora... D'ney?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">And from the nimbus of light, a small, 20-sided red ruby rolls across the ground, demanding that you roll initiative. :)</div></div>