[ At his sloshing, the creature lifts its head. The shapeshifter's features are runny and melted, more focused on gore than glamour. It's horrifying to look on for an instant, but it remembers itself soon enough it's a naked girl lounging in the wading pool so close to shore.
This transformation moves Anna not at all and she flicks the whip, ripping a line across the creature's chest and throat. ]
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This transformation moves Anna not at all and she flicks the whip, ripping a line across the creature's chest and throat. ]
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[ Now would be the time to strike, friendo. ]