His body felt wrong.
First he assumed the strange heavy feeling of his left side was simply caused by the fact that he'd been injured rather badly. Healing limbs always felt heavy and sore, resisting movement simply so you'd rest and heal up faster.
...But he didn't actually feel any soreness. Perhaps a bit along his middle, it...pinched him in a strange way.
Despite the queer feeling he tried moving his left arm...Last he remembered he'd barely been able to tell what his skin color was, so much blood...
Wait, was that a whirring sound?
He sat upright, though it made his head swim and he was close to passing out again.
Slowly, ever so slowly he turned his head enough that he could actually see his arm.
It looked like someone had bolted assassin armor to his skin...Yet something told him there was nothing underneath all that pointy, sharp metal...Those sharp claws that gleamed in the dim light.
Something told him this wasn't the only alteration of his anatomy and he push