".." He followed her, as they passed a rather foul-smelling pile he covered his noise but remained calm. When she broke silence by explaining a need for an attack he was slightly taken aback. "You know you could have warned me before you did whatever." William said hurriedly as he lifted his right arm, his brown sleeve fell down his arm as it would morph rapidly into a head of a dragon. The hand-morphed head would let out a terrifying roar just as the angry mob of goblins had came into view, and a massive jet of flames spewed from the howling mouth, torching the mob. What few survivors their were scrambled back further down the cave. I'd lower my arm as it morphed back into its normal form, sighing in relief. "Pitiful creatures."