Raze was transfixed upon the new man’s eyes. Originally a putrid green color, they were now shimmering with shades of violet and purple. Despite his resistance, Raze, or rather Hecarim, could not bring himself to look away from them, nor do anything else.
We meet again, Hecarim.It seemed that Raze’s mind was becoming the new hotspot for disembodied voices. Another unfamiliar voice rang, the statement both a greeting and a challenge. Fury and fire rose up in Raze’s chest. He could hear Hecarim grumbling before issuing a response.
Malzahar...you dwell inside a pitiful mortal as well. That will not stop me from crushing your skull with my hands!Just as Hecarim finished his reply, Raze was hit in the head by what felt like a rock. His brain was pounding, and the left side of his temple was screaming in pain. Through the slit of his eyelids, Raze saw splinters of glittering ice shards flying past him. The blue-haired girl had turned her sights on him as well.
It was no use though, the blow had actually helped him. The force of the blow caused him to break eye contact with Malzahar’s host, freeing Raze to move and act upon his will. He swung a clenched fist at Malz-guy’s face, attempting to knock him out. Mid-strike, a plume of green flames danced across his hand, his wrist, and then up his whole arm to his shoulder. After a moment, the flames subsided, revealing that his arm was now encased in terrifying, sharp angles jutting out in segments.
Whether or not his armored gauntlet would hit his target, Raze stood up to examine the situation. Now, there were many that actively opposed him: the Gareness, the blue-haired Cryophoenix, Malz-guy, the Shyvana likely wasn’t a friend, and now a nine-tailed girl stood in the doorway. If he fought, Raze couldn’t hope to win.
Hecarim on the other hand relished to challenge. Just as he crouched lower to pounce at Malz-guy, Raze wrested control of his mind from Hecarim.
This is MY body!Raze dropped the spear to the ground, covering his scalp with hands. He fell to his knees, still clutching his head. After about five seconds, the spear subsided into a cloud of black smoke, and Raze’s real head emerged from the skull-flames. Lastly, the armor that was protecting his arm crumbled into thick chunks of ash.
Carefully, Raze slid his hands down his scalp and across his face until the tips of his fingers were just below his eyes. Raze looked all around at those surrounding him, saying nothing.
@Adalrod((And everyone else in the room.))
Fear gripped Vicki as the man she was just conversing with transformed before her eyes into some demonic ninja. As he walked closer and closer, becoming less and less like the Garrett she was getting to know, Vicki inched further back into her seat, closer to the windowed wall.
”Any last words?” Vicki hesitated a moment, unsure of how to respond, or what to do. In a split second, she thought of her father, she thought of her training. She was reminded of her father’s old family saying: “Victory for the Victorys!”
The terror immediately left Vicki, empowered by her positive thoughts and peerless confidence. Acting completely upon instinct, and perhaps influenced by some otherworldly force, Vicki shoved the table to the floor, standing up on her left leg, while the right leg crouched its knee on the red, cushioned bench. Vicki slammed her knuckles together, her preparation ritual before any fight, and a white light blazed forth from between them. The light split in two and flowed along from the knuckles and up each of her arms. Behind the lights, heavy machinery, plated metal, and steam gauges materialized. The lights converged together from the arms at the base of her back. A metal pack was left behind as the lights faded off into nothingness. Connected to the metal pack was a giant, mechanical gauntlet on each of Vicki’s arms. Straight out of League of Legends itself, these were Vi’s immense hextech gauntlets.
Vicki maneuvered the gloves in front of her, taking on a boxing stance. This...This was the feeling that Vicki lived for. The coursing adrenaline in her blood, the clanking metal of her new armaments, the weight and heft of the gauntlets, the rush of imminent competition. This was how the modern warrior did battle: boxing. The stench of sweat and musk filled her nostrils, but all Vicki could focus on was defeating her opponent.
Vicki glowered straight into the red slits that were now Garrett’s eyes, boldly stating,
”I promise you, these will not be my last words.”@Ambra