-1That it was. I had managed to keep up with the flying, people, things….what are you even called?

We prefer the term Avian Americans. And you can just call the Erasers ugly.

Very PC of you, Max. Okay, so I managed to keep up with the Avian Americans, even through the winding streets of the city. When I saw them pause in the air again, I parked and ran into the nearest alleyway. There, I found a fire escape that took me up on the roof.

Up there, I could hear some of the conversations going on in the sky, yet another benefit of my inner tiger. I took a corner and just observed. I actually started thinking that they wouldn't really need my help, because they seemed to have the teamwork thing down. Of course, that's when I noticed the Erasers flying towards me. Actually, at me. It was then I realized that my vacation was pretty much shot.

I took off in the opposite direction over the rocky roof. I couldn't get any traction and kept slipping as the rocks flew out from under me, but eventually my shoe found true roof and I was off. Here's where my parkour skills came into play.

Remember the foot chase in the newest Bond movie? That's parkour. I saw the opposite ledge coming up on me fast. Planting a foot on it, my muscles coiled and sprang me across the ally to the next roof top. I checked back over my shoulder and saw the pack still gaining on me. Time to switch directions.

I flattened my lead foot like a hockey player, sending more rocks flying. My right hand caught me from falling, and I pushed my self into another run, executing a perfect ninety degree stop turn. The pack streaked by me, some already executing a weak turn to follow me. I then came to another ally where the building on the other side was lower. I took the jump and leapt ten feet across, and ten feet down. I tucked my legs underneath me and flapped my arms to steady myself. At the last moment, my legs shot out from under me and landed. I shifted my weight forward and fell into a roll, only to jump up immediately and keep running.

Another check, they were still behind me, a little further but coming on fast. I whipped my head forward again.

"Whoa!" I instinctively yelled as I skidded to a stop at the ledge. Beneath me was the highway, four lanes full of traffic, six stories below. That was a hundred and twenty foot gap, at least. Not even me in full hybrid form could make that jump.

I had to get down to street level, at least there I could find a quick hiding spot to transform so that I'd at least have a chance with these guys. There's one thing that no one ever mentions when they talk about a transformation, were-whatever wise, and that is, it hurts.

It hurts like hell.

Just imagine every bone in your body breaking at the same time that all the tendons and muscles are ripping in half, and you'll be close to how much pain that is. And that's simply because its basically what happens. And don't even think about moving while you are transforming, because that will just hurt you even more.

I know what your thinking, I did it earlier. Well, what I did earlier was nothing compared to the full morph. That was more of a dull ache, then anything.

I'm still rather new at it, so it takes me a while to get through it. It takes a lot of concentration. Felicity is able to be done and moving in about thirty seconds. My fastest time, so far, is two minutes. And since every movement is like twenty knives stabbing you at once, you are at your most vulnerable state. That's why I had to get away first.

I turned to face the pack, they were still a building and a half behind me, but they had spread out to make sure I wouldn't cut across them again. They learn quickly, must remember that. I thought to myself.

So, since I couldn't run away, there was only one thing I could do right?

Rocks got kicked up again, as I ran directly at them.