Within only a few seconds, the kitten had more than tripled in size. It was now easily larger than an average housecat, and it showed no signs of slowing its expansion. Ethan took a tiny step backward, feeling his mouth go dry. Was it his imagination, or were the creature's teeth growing faster than the rest of it?<br/><br/>The terrified sorcerer briefly contemplated the notion of attempting to discern the Grimalkin's Name, but just as quickly dismissed the idea. Even if it worked, it might not give him enough leverage to manipulate the creature. And if it failed...well, he'd only manage to piss off a very large monster that was probably already thinking about eating him.<br/><br/>Ethan lifted a shaky, placating hand toward the growing cat and stumbled backward another step. "OK...ok. Knight D-Despondent. Shattered Armor. Right. Let me think, let me think...let's not d-do anything we might regret later..." He said as the Grimalkin reached a size that would have shamed a mountain lion. And continued growing, damn it all. Its eyes shone with a cold, dark blue light, like sunlight glinting off a pile of perfect sapphires, and Ethan slowly moved his other hand toward his satchel.<br/><br/>No way he could fight it, not with what he had on him and the chances of outrunning it were nil. Legends said the Grimalkin could chase its prey by riding their thoughts, appearing before them the moment they thought they were safe. His only chance was to escape back to the Waking. He had just managed to slip a hand under the flap when he heard a new voice call out. "Ethan, what are you doing in my dream?"<br/><br/>For a moment Ethan entirely forgot about the monstrous cat in front of him, and he spun around toward the newcomer in shock. "Larry! Er, Linville! I mean...oh, whatever! You're here, too?...Wait,<em>your </em>dream?" Ethan observed the other man's outfit, a brightly shining suit of armor, and the book tucked under his arm, and felt the pieces click into place. At least, he hoped that was what it was, and not just his heart giving its last few beats.<br/><br/><em>'Knight...armor...book...oh stars, please let me be right!'</em>He turned back to the Grimalkin, which by now was approximately the size of a grizzly bear and far less cuddly looking, and held up both hands. "Found him!" He cried, thumbing excitedly in Linwood's direction.