Cujo had informed me that she wasn't a little girl. I could sense that she was far more powerful than she looked, but I just couldn't resist insulting her a little. It was my guilty pleasure. Eh, she'd get over it. "I know you aren't seven, though your actual age, I do not know," I replied nonchalantly.
"I am far greater than anything you can imagine," she sneered at me. "I am over seven hundred and eighty years old. I have perfected my powers over the years and could take you down with a snap of my fingers."
"I'd like to see that, old lady," I smirked. I was a lot stronger than she was giving me credit for. I shapeshifted into a fallen angel, a powerful being that she would have a hard time against this one.
She smirked at me. She didn't even cower in fear as everyone else had. I frowned in frustration. What was she up to? She obviously had a plan up her sleeve for me. She focused her eyes at me, channelling her energy into a powerful attack.
Suddenly, I was shifting into a beautiful white tiger that I had in my arsenal of bodies I could change into. However, I wasn't changing on my own. She was morphing me with her powers. Once the change was complete, I found I was unable to change back.
Damn, I thought, I had been careless. She was able to control felines. Anger boiled up inside of me, and I found I wasn't going to be able to hold back any longer. I lunged at her, but I was stuck in place. In utter shock, I tried again. I was rooted to the spot. One of the weirdest sensations is not being able to move your own limbs.
"Poor, kitty can't move?" the girl asked me with a smirk on her face. "You killed my allies. And for this you shall pay."
All I could do was glare at her. I was completely at her mercy. Dang it! I cursed at myself. If only I could get into my fallen angel form, she would be a gonner. Much to my dismay, I found I was unable to do anything but observe. Just how long did she plan on leaving me like this? What did she plan on doing to me?
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