Copyright 2012 Colleen Yuras
"And merge!" The shout erupted from the teenage girl nearby. Her features started to change. Pointy dog-ears matching her dishwater blonde hair grew out of nowhere. Her nails grew longer in seconds into claws as her canine teeth gained a sharpness to them also.
"Now what?" the same girl asked except in a different way. Exasperated, annoyed, definitely like a different person was speaking.
"I want to practice technique S," the first voice replied.