Nine foot tall

Reabsorbing some of the mass that had been me was easy enough; it would allow me to become larger and more dangerous. I’d been in the process of splitting into two slimes, and I suspected that the moment I gave up control of this body that it was going to happen whatever I did. For the moment, though, it would allow me to get bigger, and that was going to be helpful. People who were in the middle of riots sometimes developed tunnel vision, and a single person, no matter how freakish wasn’t likely to get noticed. A nine foot tall scaled monster on the other hand was a lot more likely to get attention. At this size, I could make the scales a lot thicker too; they’d slow me down, but being immune to weapons and bullets would make all of this a lot easier.

The greater mass would make me appear stronger too. It would let me apply mass and leverage that my normal form wouldn’t have. I didn’t have any kind of real enhanced strength, but nine foot of anything was going to give you some problems.

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Moon