Jael didn't know how long it would take to be back in the Tower, and he didn't know if he'd be able to heal. But no way in hell is he turning into a slave puppet.
That leaves him with only one thing.
He flung himself forward and shifted his hand into a sword; he cut down sharply and sent an arc of Unholy magic at the beast-man, who slid away, the attack only grazing him but leaving a scorching mark on the platform.
The beastman laughed. "Do you think I will attack you without first watching you? I've watched how you fight. You can change your hand into tentacles and then fold it into a punch or a wing-like something with lots of fangs that you use as a sword.
"And then that last attack of covering it with green fire and sending it out. You are a fool to fight the Orcs like that where everyone can watch. Now everyone have seen you fight."