A sea of black ink.
A forced encounter with death.
The terrifying cacophony of war.
Other than the third, something he'd been preparing himself to face for many years, none of these were things Tyler had been expecting to encounter on his first deployment to war.
But, fate wasn't something that could be controlled.
Tyler's legs slammed into the ground, shooting him up into the air. His form shifted rapidly, wings and reptilian scales appearing all over his body.
Raaaah!
He let out a ferocious battle cry as he flapped his wings and shot through the sky. Flaming breath left his mouth, creating widespread damage among the enemies.
Thousands of Lesser Nox died to his every attack, but the gaps formed by their absence were filled in an instant. He didn't have a single second to breathe.
'Dodge left. Defensive form. Switch.'
His form switched again, shifting back into the panther form he used most often.
