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Makoru nods and concentrates. His shoulders broaden, and his arms elongate. Ebony claws sprout from his fingertips. Makoru stands up in his new form, making a noise somewhere between a howl and a roar. He lunges out of the underbrush and rushes towards the Thalmor, tackling the nearest one before sinking his fangs into the poor sod's neck. All the Thalmor in the courtyard suddenly train their spells and arrows on Makoru, who lunges from Thalmor to Thalmor like a demon.