Darastrix stared, confused, at the two would be kidnappers. What on Earth where they? One of them looked like a robot crossed with a crocodile and a mummy, and the other had odd arms. He had no idea what he was dealing with, but he had confidence in his skills. He just had to maintain.....what had the bandaged one said? Chosen....One?......CHOSEN ONE!!! That name, the name that he had been known as all his childhood. The name that was given to him by his clan members. Two and two came together in his mind. His eyes quickly
changed. There would only be a brief glimpse of the change before Darastrix screwed his eyes shut as he tried to suppress himself. But this time it was no use. He doubled over, arms clutching his stomach, the cloak mimicking the action. All of a sudden he snapped back and roared at the sky, arms spread wide. The cloak surged and formed with his actions, first forming a winding tail, then a serpentine neck sprouted from where the cloak cut off above Darastrix's head. Finally a magnificent and terrible dragon's
head formed on the end of the neck, mouth agape in mimicry of Darastrix's roar. If one could manage to see through the thick, swirling Nen, they might have been able to see Darastrix's scars glowing faintly, almost as if the fire that birthed them was returning to sear the flesh once again. This was no mere cosmetic flourish, rather a signal that the Dragon was fully in control, and had access to
most of its power. The mouth of the Cloak suddenly shot forth a jet of flame, burning the air around the blast and sending ripples of heat dancing through the air. With that, the transformation was complete. The Cloak fell to all fours, being a more comfortable stance for its form. The cloak was now about four feet high, eight feet long and about four feet wide. (too big? Let me know) nor including the wingspan. This was a fraction of the size of the Great Dragon itself, but was fairly accurate appearance wise. Darastrix was suspended within the cloak, eyes wide but unseeing, an expression of pure hatred and rage on his face. He was now the mimicker, following the Cloaks movements now. The Nen dragon opened its mouth wide and loosed a jet of flame at the pair. At least for now it had a target, but should it get side tracked the whole city would be in danger. (This imposing transformation doe not come without a price. It will only last a short amount of time, roughly five IC minutes or a few posts. Darastrix will also become unconscious after wards and will be in a large amount of pain upon awakening.)