{Right now, I'm full wolf.}
I looked at him and smiled before crouching. I leaped clean over him and snapped at the ball that was heading for us. "*** it! GET OUT OF THE WAY!!" Loud rumblings sounded behind me and I turned, caught sight of three more and extended my claws, teeth, dagger and other blade. "STOP!!" I yelled, trying to communicate. When they didn't, I rushed them and slashed. "OWWWWOOOOO!!!" I howled, several of my claws had broken off. The creature was unharmed.
"***!!!" I shouted, flipping the thorn blade over in my hands and shoving it into the armor angrily. "A LITTLE *** HELP HERE?" I asked, jumping around and snapping. "In, out. In, out. That's good. Keep on your feet and away from whatever's under the armor. It looks horrid and it sounds ticked." I mumbled, keeping a strange rhythm to the dance I was doing with this monster-demon. My wolf form was apparently, unqualified for this kind of fighting. I backed off and began to sorta change.
My claws, what weren't broken, rushed into my fingers. My teeth elnogated to nine feet, my legs bloated. My worthless arms sang as they grew. Muscle, organ, sinew, tissue, all moved together with beautiful procission; music to my lergening ears. Horns filled with poison shot out of the top of my head and I roared; loud enough to shatter all the windows on the street.
"Much better." My voice now rang with authority and sounded gruff, hoarse. "Now to take care of you..." I growled, picking oe of the gargntuan balls up. It unrolled and the spines stuck in my hands. I roared angrily, slamming it into the ground. "***!! THAT *** HURTS!!" I screamed, slamming it over and over into the ground.
Watch your language.
WingedZephyr