"Oh, there, you must be Jamina," Jiro said with a smile on his face.
He released Jon when he sensed Jamina behind him.
Jamina moved like liquid death.
No weapons, and just her body and the hunger that came with it.
She closed the distance to Jiro in three strides, her eyes already turning crimson, her movements inhuman in their speed.
Jiro's human form was deceptive. He grinned as she came at him, and his body began to shift. Bones cracked and reformed. Muscles swelled and rippled under his skin. His face elongated, canines pushing through his gums like ivory daggers. Fur erupted across his chest and shoulders, thick and dark as midnight. His hands became claws—long, curved, and lethal.
The transformation took maybe two seconds.
He stood at an impressive height, releasing massive pressure.
Thunder roared in the sky as the fight got more intense.
Jamina didn't wait for it to finish.
