Mercenary Mark’s @markymarkpdx nightmarish form shrank under Lilith’s magic, his hardened muscles dissolving into youthful fur. His claws, once precise weapons, softened, paws clumsy and unfamiliar, he barely could grip his weapon. Instincts burned within him, but experience had faded—his past battles mere echoes in his cub-like mind. Though small, his spirit still roared but cub like.