13 Beauty and the Beas (2/2)
Mental status:Normal
Body status:Normal
Energy:10 400/14 000
Bloodline(Integrated):Teratorn Peacock.
Bloodline storage:Night Dove, Leaf Dragon, Ghoul, Troll, Teratorn Peacock.
Mass:4030
[ABILITIES] (active) (-)
(Sprint LvL 8(+5) (Punch LvL 9(+3) (Trick LvL3) (Mucle empowerment LvL1(new) (Bone shatterer LvL1(new) (perceptionLvL8(+3) (Berserk LvL 4(new) (revenge LvL6(+1) (killer instinct LvL5(new)
(Deconstruction) (Storage)(Integration) (Assimilation)
[ABILITIES] (passive) (-)
(Super regeneration LvL7(new) (fatigue immunity LvL4) (Pain immunity LvL 9(+2) (quick learner LvL4) (Primal instinct LvL1(new) (Charisma LvL1) (Beast aura LvL:1(new) (Mindful LvL1) (Precise striker LvL7) (Engraved path) (Thermal vision LvL1(new) (air manipulation LvL4(new) (Kinetic dispersion LvL8(new) (damage convertion LvL4(new)
(Filter) (Convertion) (Assort) (Hybrid)
[Titles]
[BETRAYED/EXPERIENCED FIGHTER/CHEATER OF DEATH/HYBRID/???/???/???
[HYBRID:A title given to those who are born with multiple bloodlines]
Not even glancing at the screen, nor listening to the genderless voice in his head. Marss began to stare at the robed individual standing in front of his bleeding parents.
His vision was sometimes showing him red human shaped figures, while other times Switching to black and white film.
For only but a moment, he was able to see behind the sword wielding woman. The image of his glowing, bleeding mother was absorbed into the broken mind.
”wHaT DiD yOu Do tO mOM?!” His voice made a sound akin to multiple people talking at once. Each one darker and more deformed than the last.
Every cell in his body began to rapidly multiply. The system which usually hindered any large mutation did not work its course this time.
His body temprature began flaring. Causing the last remaining clothes he wore to explode inside a growing fire.
As his body began to reden, Small feather shaped scales covered his skin. Expanding alongside his mucles.
His brown hair spiked backwards. Turning into small hornes which aimed their tip towards the growing tailbone.
His now armoured tail split up into many smaller wires. Each growing some sort of metal texure like feathers. They kept enlarging until finally ending up with a a silver feathered moon that covered his back.
The arms grew in lenght and thickness. His elbows both shot one sharp piece of feathered bone out. Trying to imitate a deformed wing. Following along the lengthened forearms, his hands and fingers were molded into talons.
His knee joints cracked themselves. Twisting towards the growing feather circle on his back.
After being properly positioned, they hardened. Not growing any feathers, but leaving all flesh bellow his thighs as red plates.
beneath this metal plating were his transforming feet. They now resembled somthing originally found on a raptor.
After his entire body was done morphing into a silver colored terror bird, his face was pulled and expanded. The lips plating themselves in some sort of flat beak while the facial structure was now more similar towards a voodoo mask. Weakly reflecting a human appearance.
As his transformation finished, leaving the villagers and the large red horned beasted horrified, Jenkins was gasping for more air as he starred at the dinosaurs like harpy.
Not even taking another minute to think, he ordered the red brute to attack the once small and fragile Marss.
With no choice, it just charged at him. As it was at the low level general realm, the monster swung its meaty arm at the similarly sized abomination. Expecting to at least deal some damage.
As the fist neared the mask shaped face, it was then caught by the talon-hand which was connected to the long and scaly arm.
The beast that was once Marss then casualy flung the other claw at it.
Connecting to the red mass of flesh and bone, the silver scaled talon punched a boulder sized hole through its chest. Instantly killing it.
Jenkins's hood was blown of thanks to the air current generated by the punch. Showing his beautiful feminin traits. No different than a top class beauty from a noble family.
But no one cared about this now. The alloyed room was silenced as the villagers freed themselves from the disappearing chains. crawling further away from the battle.
Jenkings only stood there. Seeing both the red corpse laying beneath the feathered titan and the thick beak lips forming into a maniacal smile, he looked at the two orange eyes once more pointed in his direction.
He did not tremble as they looked at each other. Because he had already lost all the feelings in his body. The black sword in his small hand dissipated along side the previously held confidence.
Hearing the quacking breathing generated by this THING. Jenkins felt a warm feeling of running water fill the pants beneath the robe he wore.
”F***”