- and then suddenly Asmodia is a dragon!
The shock of this is, in fact, considerable, such that she would have fallen over in a tangle of limbs if she hadn't already been lying down.
Her forelimbs flail out and strike mainly sand, and her wings try to flex but she's lying on one of them which is uncomfortable. She does have any instincts for her new body, but it's a struggle to override her conscious mind’s attempt to override those.
She does soon manage to struggle to all four of her limbs and look down on Sevar and the Security, who do look noticeably smaller when you are an eighteen-foot-long red dragon with a thirty-foot wingspan and a seven-foot neck rising above a five-foot-high body.
"What the fuck," rumbles Asmodia.