((OOC: Sorry for being a bit of a god-poster here with controlling your actions Illilli... I was just trying to find a reason why Chris and Dorcas did not notice your character's change. I can edit it if you wish, just let me know. You can PM me to do so, and give me the details of what you want changed.))
The blood spurting from Joy's injured arm soon became a slight trickle, and then stopped entirely. Still, he seemed to have trouble moving it as well as an arm should be able to move, but at least that did not slow down his running.
What did, was Illilli's sudden cry. Instincts kicked in, as his left hand came forcibly up to clamp around the woman's mouth. He seemed startled at what he had done, before he remembered the situation they all now faced. Escaped prisoners, in a hostile city. An unexpected cease in forward movement, with his right hand securely gripping the changing woman's arm.
Joy heard the tearing sound, and saw the pain in the lady's eyes. His gaze flicked towards the route the other two escapees were making, before he took a deep breath and shoved himself and Illilli into a nearby ally. Even though her pain seemed to grow with every moment, he kept on pulling her forward, away from the main streets and through a zig-zagging trail that ran roughly parallel with the progress of the others.
At last, he let her go, mouth and arm entirely, shivering as he heard her cries of pain. He could not answer her as she asked about what was happening to her, as his knowledge of magic was limited to that of the mind, not the body. But he could answer her call, her plea for help, as he studied her quivering and changing body, and saw the tension of her clothing.
It might seem that Joy was aloof and disconnected from reality, but in truth he was very focused on what needs to be done. And so, with the clean sound of a sword exiting its sheath, he drew his weapon and pointed it at the woman. His unsteady smile blossomed once more, into as reassuring as a person can be when they have a weapon drawn upon you. "Hold still Miss Illilli."
Now, the rapier is almost as far from a slashing weapon as a club, for only its point bears sharpness. Yet he wielded it expertly, stabbing forward with the point to delicately split the leather in several points, until the force of what was growing behind it could rend it asunder. Both the lady's shoulder area and the region of her lower back was split open by the combined efforts of the changes occurring and the tip of the sword.
Joy did not gawk at what would be displayed underneath, and soon raised his sword above him, leaping into the air once, twice, and finally a third time. Down into his hands fluttered a hooded cloak, that had been hanging on a line to dry. It wad damp, but it was also heavy and would conceal what needed to be concealed. His weapon was returned to its sheath smoothly, as he took a brief second to glance at what had just occurred to this woman's body.
Despite his wonderment at what this unobtrusive young woman's transformation, he quickly and loosely swung the garment around the woman's shoulders. "I... we'll have time to figure out what just happened later, but for now we have to run. Here, lean on me, your legs seem shaky, but we still have to move. Hopefully will still be able to catch up with the other two, as I have no idea where I'm going. Oh, and you should probably pull that hood down low. You are quite... distinctive... right now."
This entire region was unfamiliar to him, but they had to move. And as he offered his help to get Illilli on her feet, he also helped her forward. Slowly at first, but with more speed as he continued, dragging the woman a bit if necessary.
Fortune was with him and his companion however, as despite his lack of knowledge in where he was going, he had managed to find a shortcut through the back-alleys. He and Illilli cut right in front of the paper-folder leaving his trail of blood, as he was stopped by cat following woman.
His breath was labored as he rested his free hand flat against a wall of a run down shop. "Sorry for the detour folks. We had a problem you could say. What was that about blending?"