Dylan raises his hand, palm facing up, and an inky tendril emerges from the fingertips. He makes a fist, and the ooze envelopes his arm up to the elbow, adding bulk to the existing arm for extra strength in a punch.

"I can do this much. I can shapeshift the ooze. I've... never really tried to shapeshift the rest of me. Not sure how I'd even start trying."