Bad Dog
Kace growled while holding one of the arms he had torn off Grugda's Warden form. While chewing it menacingly between his fangs his eyes kept track of Sophia flitting about in her mist form.
While he was distracted with Sophia, Grugda took the chance to celebrate the lost limb. He was panting heavily from within the Warden's core. Kace had easily overcome the obstacles that he had set up beforehand.
From there, it had seemed like he was more interested in toying with them. Grugda had yet to sense any killing intent from the beast. This was a far better scenario than what he had dared to hope for.
If Kace kept himself distracted long enough then eventually his transformation would wear off. 'It won't. Be too much. Longer now.' Grugda thought to himself as he quickly calculated a rough estimate of how much time had already expired.