WarDragon
One Thousand Club
Viktor pauses a moment, and his mouth spreads into a wide, nasty grin, the most demonstrative expression the others have yet seen from him. "You know, on second though? To Hell with alerting them, and subtlety be damned. My hour is at hand. Darian, you wanted to know more of my Exaltation?"
On his forehead, a third eye opens, drawn in crimson flame. Fire spreads across the skin of his face, leaving behind a sheath of ruby scales covering his flesh. His gloves ignite and burn away, showing the flesh of his hands running like wax, reforming into powerful claws. When the transformation is complete, he draws a deep breath, and lets it out with a puff of smoke.
"Aaah... now, I feel more myself."
On his forehead, a third eye opens, drawn in crimson flame. Fire spreads across the skin of his face, leaving behind a sheath of ruby scales covering his flesh. His gloves ignite and burn away, showing the flesh of his hands running like wax, reforming into powerful claws. When the transformation is complete, he draws a deep breath, and lets it out with a puff of smoke.
"Aaah... now, I feel more myself."
Activating Hoard-Bound Hide, and Rending Dragon Claws.