Ace says something harsh and guttural that might be "Thanks, I owe you one," as he twists free of the last remaining strands of silver netting. He can feel his strength returning almost immediately.

He stands and takes a step toward the horse who shies away from the nine-foot monstrosity with once silver fur now caked in mud and other more suspicious fluids.

Ace shakes his head and chuckles... at least that is probably what he is doing. It sounds like a drowning boar.

Then he shrinks down, fur drawing inward and becoming jeans, an off-white knit hoodie and sneakers. He makes calming gestures and noises at Concrete Blond and strangely it seems to work, at least a little. The horse still doesn't seem thrilled at the idea of Ace getting on their back.

Ace turns to Dan.

"Don't think your friend here is too keen on that. Don't worry, I can keep up. Lets regroup somewhere out of the action and see if we can coordinate with any of the others that have been helping. There are still people in danger, but I don't think any of us were as ready for this as we thought we were. We need strategy if were are going to help without getting ourselves captured or... eaten. I have a few friends around here somewhere, you?"