Inevitably, Fridgar had lost his temper and had gone berserk. Punching out the puny Aukari was easy, calming down would not be, or so he thought. His hand stung and throbbed with burning pain as the flesh of his palm scolded over, burning bright red beneath the blood that he frantically rubbed into his leather trousers. Holy fuck was it hot!
As he panicked, frantically trying to remove the boiling blood from his skin, some asshole saw fit to bash him across the head. One moment, Fridgar was stood seeing red, the next, he was seeing black. The Lothar's body jolted painfully as he fell to his side, deafening ringing filled his ears along with his own heartbeat and his nose tingled as the pressure in his head changed dramatically. His breathing was ragged, shaky, loud in his ears as he impacted the floor, bumping his head again. He felt no pain in that instance, whatever had just happened had numbed his body temporarily as he clung to the edge of consciousness.
His vision swam in a sea of black burrs, only partly visible from his half-shut eyes. Surrounded by strangers, all of which likely wanting him dead. Fridgar withdrew, allowing his heightened instincts to take the reins to preserve, save himself. The situation was dire, he had to escape. Clumsily, his hand shot into his pocket, rubbing over his two totems before finding the king crocodile figurine. Yolo, right? He wasn't about to die here, not to a bunch of humans. Casting Unleash as well as adaption to take in his totems triggered overstepping, resulting in atavistic confusion.
As the Lothar fell, the patrons of the bar visibly relaxed before drawing their chosen weapon, breaking bottles and the like and closing in on the immortal worshipper. Then, over the course of a few seconds, the Lothar grew massively in size and shape, unleashing into an enormous Solghannon, though the people of Etzos would recognise it as a 'king crocodile'. The species itself was typically thirty feet long, but Fridgar had become thirty-seven and a half feet in total length. 'Fridgar' was used loosely, this wasn't all him. His life was in danger, he would do everything he could to preserve it.
The beast filled the bar, a massive body of green, over an inch thick of plate armour scales with enough bite force to rend three people, nearly four in half. When Fridgar had harvested this totem, the creature had lived through a stab wound to the brain and continued to charge him down just bits later. This was put into effect by the Solghannon's blood rage, which it swiftly initiated. Its maw would steam and its body heat up. In this state, only complete somatic death would end it.
The beast hissed, turning around as it slunk on its body. There wasn't nearly enough room in the bar to hold it though, so its two tails came crashing through various pieces of furniture, people and the wall alike. Screams rang out as the beast hissed and roared, declaring just how pissed it was. His slitted eyes settled on the bludgeon-wielding strongman before the beast rushed forward, destroying plenty of belongings and bodies as it thundered forward. People began to flood the streets as the exit cleared up.
As he panicked, frantically trying to remove the boiling blood from his skin, some asshole saw fit to bash him across the head. One moment, Fridgar was stood seeing red, the next, he was seeing black. The Lothar's body jolted painfully as he fell to his side, deafening ringing filled his ears along with his own heartbeat and his nose tingled as the pressure in his head changed dramatically. His breathing was ragged, shaky, loud in his ears as he impacted the floor, bumping his head again. He felt no pain in that instance, whatever had just happened had numbed his body temporarily as he clung to the edge of consciousness.
His vision swam in a sea of black burrs, only partly visible from his half-shut eyes. Surrounded by strangers, all of which likely wanting him dead. Fridgar withdrew, allowing his heightened instincts to take the reins to preserve, save himself. The situation was dire, he had to escape. Clumsily, his hand shot into his pocket, rubbing over his two totems before finding the king crocodile figurine. Yolo, right? He wasn't about to die here, not to a bunch of humans. Casting Unleash as well as adaption to take in his totems triggered overstepping, resulting in atavistic confusion.
As the Lothar fell, the patrons of the bar visibly relaxed before drawing their chosen weapon, breaking bottles and the like and closing in on the immortal worshipper. Then, over the course of a few seconds, the Lothar grew massively in size and shape, unleashing into an enormous Solghannon, though the people of Etzos would recognise it as a 'king crocodile'. The species itself was typically thirty feet long, but Fridgar had become thirty-seven and a half feet in total length. 'Fridgar' was used loosely, this wasn't all him. His life was in danger, he would do everything he could to preserve it.
The beast filled the bar, a massive body of green, over an inch thick of plate armour scales with enough bite force to rend three people, nearly four in half. When Fridgar had harvested this totem, the creature had lived through a stab wound to the brain and continued to charge him down just bits later. This was put into effect by the Solghannon's blood rage, which it swiftly initiated. Its maw would steam and its body heat up. In this state, only complete somatic death would end it.
The beast hissed, turning around as it slunk on its body. There wasn't nearly enough room in the bar to hold it though, so its two tails came crashing through various pieces of furniture, people and the wall alike. Screams rang out as the beast hissed and roared, declaring just how pissed it was. His slitted eyes settled on the bludgeon-wielding strongman before the beast rushed forward, destroying plenty of belongings and bodies as it thundered forward. People began to flood the streets as the exit cleared up.
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