[ That's going to be more difficult, as in his rage, the man appears to be shifting into something else, face elongating, frame enlarging and fur washing over him like a rush of black bristling water. Oh yeah, the thing that was beneath his shirt is now blazing within the mess of fur making up his neck ruff. Within less than a minute, Red Son is no longer holding a person but is being crushed against an abnormally large black wolf. ]
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