The battlefield was a chaotic mess. There were capes leaping, sprinting, jumping and every other form of locomotion in between from one spot to another. Some disappeared within the moments between the brain asking the eyelid to blink, others were swept aside as easily as one might sweep aside dust from a table. Every now and then, really frequently if honesty ever came into question, Tangle's massive maw would abruptly jerk to one side as Legend rammed a fist, elbow or knee into the monstrosities' "face".
From above, Jericho felt a pit in his stomach forming. Panic was rising, a sort of unrecognized anxiety pressing for a chance to just get the fuck away from this. The anxiety was blasted away by an immediate shout of surprised pain. A line of blue-black-rainbow color seared it's way across his vision, and blinking did nothing to resolve the blind-spot. So, Jericho did what he thought would work best... Dissolved the offended and-or broken organs and reformed new ones in their places. From around the shoulder of one wing, the bracelet-monitor-thing recited the names of the now fallen. Jericho didn't listen, no good could come from tuning into- "Wind Breaker down. Jumpstart down. Magnum Vapor down."
"Ah... Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Came the panicked response, leaping from Jericho's beak before he had time to even realize that he'd formed a mouth within to speak outwardly with. His focus then locked onto a small figure, a child? Laying still on the ground beside what was once probably another cape. Was once definitely another cape, another person.
Holy shit.
The kid, a girl by the looks of the hair- a young girl at that- was surrounded by... Some sort of bubble. A cobalt blue gas of some kind, hovering in a slow- or was it fast?- moving sphere around her. Was that her power? Was she powered?! Did she know that corpse? Er, person? Shit.
"This is real. Oh. Oh shit. Okay... Okay move. Move." Muttered the Changer, twisting in on himself as he dove towards the ground beak-first. He took note of other capes moving as he dove, and just barely in view as he sped toward the ground, was the 'bat-man' that Jericho had not but just moments ago been arguing with. He looked... Pensive? The moment passed.
Jericho felt his wings flare open, felt the shoulders of his form tearing, tearing, ripping, and then stabilizing as he came to a unsteady- and swift- glide just above the molten concrete. The multitude of eyes upon his skull remained, though all were quickly covered by a clear, nigh invisible cap of carapace. He pulled up and back, felt his shoulders and wings straining against inertia before settling without breaking once again. Jericho came to a stop then, landed right beside the girl surrounded in cobalt gas. A sparing moment was spent considering the possible risk to his life... Before he reached out on impulse and picked the child up, his form swirling as it reverted back to a stark nude humanoid shape akin to a Ken doll. The child was light, almost surprisingly so, and otherwise slack and limp in his arms, continuing staring at-
"Oh fuck..." The gruesome sight before her.
Jericho's voice fell to a whisper, just barely loud enough for basically no one except whoever was closest; that being the girl cradled in his arms. "Shit. Okay. Lets get you out of here. Um... Fuck. Please don't be dead too. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck." He ramble-whispered as he turned, mind racing and mouth running continuously as his form shifted once again. The girl went from being cradled in appendages to cradled in what could've been easily described as a harness.
As Jericho began running, his form bent over double- the girl moving from arms to a large, thick rib-cage that sprang upward from just above the pelvis like a catcher's mitt in baseball. Ink swirled out from bone and flesh, spreading over the unresponsive girl's form before stretching out along the spaces between each rib. It quickly, surely became transparent and solid, sturdy despite it's clarity. The humanoid form swirling with ink right along with the growth of the 'harness' of bone and carapace. A large, scaled torso took shape, following the formation of a quartet of sturdily built horse-like legs in a sort of spider-esque positioning below. Instead of hooves, the legs ended in disgustingly muscled bird-claws, though they were furred, and the talons were thick and seemingly blunt.
The form moved in a sort of skittering gait, rapid despite the fair amount of bulk, and additional passenger. Jericho kept mumbling to himself, his skull having changed into that of a deer's with the flesh removed. The crown of eyes remained, having stayed in place despite the change between three different forms. Even though the eyes were there, Jericho didn’t pay attention to the buildings around him, taking no note as to how they were becoming more and more ruined as he proceeded in escaping the ‘main battlefield’.
He had lost track of how many turns he had taken within no time at all, having only done what he could to get the girl as far away from the fighting as he could. Rounding another corner, Jericho shrieked, cursed, and then retreated back the way he came before peering back around.
There, in the alleyway, was the girl from the bank, the one who had kicked him in the eye. Fighting against some planty-thing no less. From behind him, he could hear the sounds of fighting, and Tangle screeching every now and then... Which, didn't seem right. Had he taken the child closer to the fight? The thoughts were scrambled away as he took note of his surroundings, finally.
He had moved parallel to Tangle. Running a couple of streets over and alongside the beast for a quick few moments. He had made headway, just had not realized just how much headway that really equated to. Jericho took quick glance about for more creatures, minions, whatever; before the legs of the form squatted down. He turned, facing the clear harness towards the wall of a nearby building to hide the child carried within, before straining against himself for all of a second.
A humanoid figure leapt from the scaled back of the odd crab-taur-thing he had taken the shape of. Jericho, now once again human in form, immediately began shifting once he hit the air. He reverted back to a familiar form, the wendigo shape he took way, way back when, at the “Which Wich”. Though now he was fed, and taking a swipe with a claw that was far meatier and sharper than it had been once before. His bulk landed with a thump and a 'whumpf' of air, pivoting on the spot upon touchdown. A quick huff of exertion leapt from his maw, shoving the plant-human into a nearby wall and pinning it there. He felt, rather than saw, the immediate thrashing and bashing of thorny ‘appendage’ on his skull and shoulders, ripping a whining growl out of the changer as he formed a mouth upon his right-hand ribs.
“Cut it, cut it, please CUT IT RIGHT NOW.”