In the pit below the battlefield, Kanitah's body convulsed as thick piping of metal and thin plastic wiring made it's way through his muscles. It broke him apart and reconstructed him from the inside out, blood dripping from his mouth and nose as it made its way into his head. The bone restructuring was the worst part, everything that it replaced in him it moved somewhere else. It was an unbearable pain, like the torture from hell itself. "Aaaughh, by the name of all things good!"

The rings around his body began quaking, vibrating like some powerful train gradually building up speed as it rode down the rails. His pores leaked sweat, reminiscent of a fountain of water. "This had better be worth it!" Clones of the rings began pumping out of his chest, latching onto the pairs of rings that were around his body. His hands were totally encased in the rings as they migrated to them. Five total rings on his hands, each, and one on his shoulders. Every part of his body had the stock number of rings that he has upon full release of the Engine. 

Both of his legs and his hands began to push upwards, slowly rising to his feet. At this point he could no longer hear himself screaming, there was no thought in this moment. It would take another few moments to be ready to move again.