((Okies, cool!))
Jay was tiring again, this time worse than before. She was starting to slow, and stumbled herself, only vaguely aware of a ripping sound. She let go of Ax and pinwheeled her arms, landing on...the two hooves sticking out of her chest? She blinked, only vaguely aware of the changes that were happening, as the seat of her pants was ripped out. The pants hung limply on the back of her legs, which were also becoming hooves.
She kicked off her shoes, but couldn't do much about the pants. She was now an exact replica of Ax, who was staring at her. <Can you use this as a weapon?> she asked Ax.
Ax swung a stalk-eye towards the group heading their way. <Yes, however, I would not suggest it. My friend is going to get...assistance. For now, we must keep moving, though.> He took off running, trying to ignore the pain in his injured leg. He didn't have the time to morph and demorph to heal it. He watched himself--dressed in pants and a jacket--follow.