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Tom felt himself beginning to grow tired. Something was telling him to give up at this point, to just give in. Certainly they if they had meant to hurt or kill him that they would have done so already? He felt his senses coming back only a tiny bit, however he still struggled, the primal fear he felt uncontrollable and unable to be stopped.

He could taste a bit of blood in his mouth, he had done something to his attackers at least! However his struggles were getting weaker and weaker, almost at the point of giving up completely. Soon enough he was just breathing heavily, only randomly kicking or flapping when he felt he could do something.

HP: 31 - 10 - 8 - 2 = 11
Damage 3

((Tom sucks as an owl at attacking XP ))

Sylvia's very creative use of her shield almost made Misha release Tom in a mixture of surprise and amusement, a little huffing cat-laugh escaping her. At the last moment, though, she managed to keep her grip steady. It helped that Tom was ceasing to struggle as much. He seemed to almost wilt beneath her weight.

That panicked her a bit and Misha lifted her body up enough so her weight no longer was pressing him down against the ground. She braced her four limbs firmly, crouching close but not quite touching him with anything other than her forelegs. Her paws wiggled and worked until she held him just at the juncture where wings joined body.

"Mrrrr." Misha rumbled a bit. She dropped her head until her chin rested atop Tom's head and she repeated the noise but it sounded almost like a question the second time. As if she were asking, are you quite done now? She certainly was. All Misha wanted was to wrap Tom up at this point and bring him back to camp. She could see Sylvia getting frustrated and Beth getting upset and her? She was just getting tired of forcing herself to control a big bird without using the so-convenient claws her current form had.

Misha's HP: 80
Misha's Damage: 4
WC: 862

It was quite sudden, but the owl instincts that had been in Tom and that had been causing him to act out were suddenly gone. He could only blink a few times before realizing he was in pain. A LOT of pain. He could just count the injuries he possibly had at this point. Possibly a concussion, bruised ribs, some cuts from Misha’s claws, etc. Hopefully though he had some advanced healing as a chosen.

However this didn’t help him in his current position. He was still being held down a bit, though indirectly by Misha. There really wasn’t a way for him to tell them that he was himself again. He wished he could give out some groan of pain or some other signal that would tell them he was in the right mind again, but he couldn’t think of anything.

Instead all he could do now was calm his breathing, that hurt a bit, and look around at them, hoping that they could tell he wanted to be taken back to the camp now.

HP: 2
Damage N/A

((All right he's good to go back now, we all want to post once more to finish? ))

Gingerly, Misha released Tom, first one paw lifting and then the other. She kept a wary golden eye on him, however, not quite trusting it fully. When he did nothing more than breathe and shift a bit, Misha relaxed. Tension slipped from her body and relief filled her up to the brim. Then, impulsively, she ducked her head and delivered a rough lick to the top of Tom's head.

... Well, that was strange. She looked around at the other with wide eyes and a comical, almost-human look of confusion on her face.

WC: 954

Unfortunately Tom was too weak to do anything else, but did manage to let out a small hoot that Sylvia had asked for. He felt himself closing his eyes as Misha licked him on the top of the head which made him stare a bit, however he was too weak to do anything else. Well, he was ready to be taken back to camp now and hopefully he could get some rest and recover along with the the women who save him.