I was pretty antsy, waiting for Ax to demorph. As I couldn't tear my eyes away, watching in disgust and curiosity, I found my eyes drawn to his tail- long and deadly, with an impressive blade on the end. It dragged up memories of Prince Elfangor, striking out again and again at Visser Three even though he knew it was pointless. I was interrupted from my zoning out by a sudden movement in the shadows. I could almost feel fur rippling down my forearms and when I flexed my hands unconsciously I could almost feel lethal claws instead of nails. However, instead of morphing first and asking questions later, I did something that I wouldn't do if I wasn't in such a dangerous situation.
"Who's there?" I demanded, trying to sound brave. I didn't feel brave. My thoughts had sped up and I was instantly working out what to do. We were a bunch of kids alone in a room in a school full of what we would come to see as 'the enemy' and we were standing next to an alien's whose brother had given 'the enemy' a lot of trouble. It would be bad enough if there actually was someone in the room with us watching, because there's no way they would believe that we weren't with the Andalite. But morphing would make it worse. I had a sinking sensation in my stomach as I wondered if Visser Three knew humans could morph...
