Overpowered power
In a heartbeat, George's transformation swept over him like a tidal wave. His body elongated, muscles swelling and hardening beneath rapidly darkening skin. Bones cracked and reshaped, his face contorting into a monstrous visage. The change was swifter than ever before, as if his body had been primed for this moment.
But there was no time to marvel at the speed of his transformation. As soon as it was complete, George felt himself shunted aside in his own mind, a passenger in a vehicle he no longer controlled. The Night Crawler had taken the wheel, and it had no interest in conversation.
'Wait!' George tried to assert himself, to regain some semblance of control. 'We need to talk to her, figure out what's going on!'
His pleas fell on deaf ears. The Night Crawler that now piloted his body had only one response to Amara's aggression: retaliation.