Masks 2

Oh, hell yeah! Big old guy that can be hurt, Zil's specialty. She takes the shirt around her head and loosens it. Y'know, so maybe it won't totally fall off when she turns into her second giant form. Which. She does. There's a burst of warm light as her bones grow and shift, and then she's a big ass alien. Standing at only a few inches under seven feet tall, Zil hops from foot to foot, rolling her shoulders for a moment to hype herself up.

Then, she takes a deep breath. Time to start running at this shitty crab as she holds the breath in her lungs, then charge to shoot fire from her hands - as well as exhaling a jet of flame at this thing! Boiled crab? Yummy. Maybe Tim would like it.