38 Graceful (1/2)
[Aspect of the tainted activated!]
[New abilites gained while transformed!]
[Extendable Body: User can stretch out his limbs into any desired direction. While stretched, the limbs will be harder to control. Range is limited to users height.]
[Roar Of Dissaray: Your roar will cause the brain of surrounding creatures to go into auncontrollable mode of panic. Only works on those weaker than user.]
[Hypodermic Hairs: Your hide is covered in microscopic needles. They will dig into any prey who is both foolish and weak enough to fight you head on.]
[Draconic scales: Ward of weaker magic and energy attacks with ease. Stronger ones will not be negated, only weakened.]
[Devil's enzyme: All fluids will cause foreign proteins and cells to rapidly dissolve.]
The sick family could only watch as Michael's body began to uncontrollably bulge up. His tall figure quickly started to reach a height of nine meters. The arms and legs grew in thickens and size, letting out grotesque breaking noises as they lengthened.
The destroyed black clothing covering his body began to merge with the skin, slowly spreading and turning into a mixture of dark red scales and sickly green hide.
Several more horns started shooting out of his skull. All bending in different directions, like a sort of ruined fork, or rather, a pair of ruined antlers. As the thorns firing out of his black hair balanced themselvs over the widening shoulders, the eyes began to morph. The slit pupil expanded itself togheter with the rest of his socket. Creating two void holes which allowed him to see every nearby object clearly.
The face started to slightly stretch outwards. Taking on the shape of a mixture between a werewolf and a dragon.
It did not go far, as the jaw retracted itself a little bit every time it suddenly jumped out. But when calmed down, the mouth began to bend and stretch itself like rubber, ending up in the shape of a mad smile. Fully displaying the row of red glassy teeth making their home inside.
His hands and feet grew several new fingers and toes. All having their own crooked red nails aiming down attrhe floor.
While the rest of his body shook and enlarged itself, four bone spikes were making their way out of his shoulder blades. It looked like they were going to form into an individual set of wings, but each pair slowly stopped, only sprouting limited amounts of scales and feathers onto the handles. Making them resemble four war torn lances which had been forcefully nailed into his flesh
Michael's transformation slowly made its final augmentations, fully exhibiting the inhuman abomination standing proudly before these ungrateful weaklings.
A short silence took over after the brutal cracking sounds disappeard. Allowing the image of the scaly and furry Michael to fully sink into their minds. Scanning everything from the ripped antlers, to the four different red and green spikes of bone ejecting out of his back. They aimed themselves towards the realm of the gods. Threatening to one day shatter their false kingdoms.
Michael exhaled deeply through his maw. The air current flowing out rippled through his malformed fangs, traveling over the mixture of red plates and green hair laying over his skin.
The main body retained a humanoid appearence, only hunching a little bit forwards. Mabye due to the large mucles that coiled around each of the sprouting nails.
The legs and arms were equally as massive as the rest, having the tissue underneath protected by a new type of armour.
The hands were thick and leathery. Similar to the ones you would find on a giant gorilla. Only the crooked shrapnel resting on the tip on each of his thirteenth fingers would make you think otherwise.
The nails resting on his toes were diggin into the metal floor. Marking their territory with every movement made.
”NoT bAD...”
The deformed voice almost popped the eardrums of his spectators. It darted into the depths of the room, lingering inside the stretched out metallic darkness.
Lissanna looked at the monster standing before her. Making the woman shake uncontrollably as she looked into it's hollow eye sockets.
”Don't just stand there! Attack!!”
She screamed out while starring at him. Signaling the women behind her to engage this monstrosity.
”A...Also, bring the rest of the elders here!!”
After that, she rappidly retreated behind the line made up of robed women. Pulling her two daughters alongside her as they ran in the opposite direction.
...
Michael only watched them flee with his void eyes. Not carring much as they would be dealt with eventually.
Looking back at the row of women, and of course, Branson. Something resembling a smile formed itself on his outstretched fangs.
”ANy LaST wOrDs?”
knowing that there was no longer any opportunity to escape, everyone stretched out each of their slender hands and chanted something different. Hopelessness was traveling with each and every chant said.
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”Earth Magic: Stone slugshot!”
”Earth Magic: Rock bullet!”
”Earth Magic: Edged impaler!”
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”Sand Magic: Sand Binding!”
”Metal Magic: Metal restraints!”
”Earth Magic: Earth Sink!”
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All kinds of flashy dirt attacks hit his body with loud booms. A sound similar to several boulders being crushed resonated into the barren area, while at the same time causing the dust particles generated from each impact to slowly cover his body.
Not seeing any movement from within the airborn dirt particles, one of the girls nervously muttered.
”D..Did we get him?”
But from within the smokescreen, a weak, yet powerful laughter caused the metal beneath their feet to painfully vibrate. Hurting their bones as it climbed up their legs, and up to the head.
”hahAhAHAHA”
Hearing this, no one bothered to attack again, some even straight up passed out or urinated themselves.
”iS tHaT tHE BESt YoU GOt?”
A large black spear with several crooked blades was launched out of the dissipating fog. Impaling several of the people standing there.
Not even retracting his grotesque arm, Michael then swung it up in the air, letting the victims be dragged down by the air flow. He then halted the ascent, proceeding to slam his hand back down to the floor. Turning the girls attatched to his fingers into a dense liquid while the rest sunk into the metal. Creating a large slap imprint where he hit. Forever signify that he was the one responsible for this clan's downfall.
The rest of the women watched as their friends and sister turned into pasty mud. Removing any remaining luster in their eyes.
Quickly, Michael once more stretched his arm towards a bunch of panic stricken girls, collectiong as many as he could into the palm of his expanding hand and pressed down with a large smack. After crushing the air, a bunch of crackling sounds filled the area, and it came alongside several beams of red that wildly shot out into every direction.
Looking at the scene before them, the remaining clansmen began to run away into the darkness.
”NoT sO FAsT!”
Michael quickly retracted his arms like two rubber bands, then shooting them out again to his sides.
As they reached their limit, he then flung them togheter, scooping up every one of the running fools into his embrace and smashing them into bits.
Pulling his arms back, he watched the gory scene laying before him. Noticing that the only survivers had either passed out or gone mad with fear, trembling where they sat.