Down's the only way up.

"John!" Lea shouts, hearing the advancing threat.

the shifters move towards the center of the room, back facing backs. One by one the porters phased in, with eyes of pure hatred and weapons not meant to put-down, but to kill. 


"Shit!" he said in agony. They barely have space to move, much less run. Down?

"Down!" he howled.

in an instant the shifters transformed. Some into their battle forms, others into the heaviest animals they had. Blood sprayed from all directions, some from the lions and wolves tearing at the limbs of their enemies while the rest from the daggers and guns their enemies employed. In the center of the room an elephant and two rhinoceros stomped while defending themselves from those who made past their protectors.


Now up! John tried desperately to *push while taking on two porters. 


They got his plan - the floor crumbled, the porters with it while the shifters safe in mid-air, wings fluttering frantically to gain balance. 


They were safe, for now.


-Rae.


Push = telepathy.