"Ha!" Hudson laughed. "I bet you didn't know a barbarian's glorious abdominal muscles could reflect magic, did you, terrorist?"
Rage filled Durri from head to toe.
It was the kind of feeling that usually surged blood through his skull, making his heartbeat pound in his ears.
That was impossible for this body.
"It's your fault I'm like this!" he growled, and stomped through the remnant of the crowd toward the disoriented witch-weasel. "I have to live with not being human just to escape your stupid, petty 'bullsh*t!'"
Durri raised a foot, one far heavier and stronger than it appeared, a heavy slab of clay animated by a god-clerk's meddling.
Then he brought it down.
'Pop!'
Suddenly, she lay on the ground as a human. She had grasped his ankle with both arms and was doing her best to ma
