<span style="color: #FDC96D">Sygrin continued to try to break the door down. But it stood firm, there were runes covering it that kept it from harm. The fire that he had around him as he threw his weight against it left scorch marks. He realized that it must be dragon’s fire, as it could damage even enchanted objects. He quickly put his large clawed hands on the door and tried to focus all the fire forward, but channeling raw magic was not something he was used to.  The door grew hot, but couldn’t get past the magical protection. And even though he knew magical rituals that could help here, he would have needed to study how to attribute innate magic to them at least a little before being able to practice what he’s learned. <br/> <br/>He kept trying until he was positive it was pointless. His resolve was starting to falter, but he still tried to figure a way past it. He tried leverage, even tried to break the part of the wall around the hinges. Combining his fists in a haymaker he slammed them against the wall, but without risking breaking his hands, it wasn’t enough. Finally he slumped to the ground, defeated, he was so close to saving Trinity, but he just wasn’t strong enough. He felt so weak and useless. Soon 15 slavers with serious heavy armor and weapons came pouring in from one of the halls leading to the door. Sygrin didn’t bother moving as they surrounded him. He just closed his eyes, waiting for them to end it, or try to drag him away. He’s lost so much, and now he was going to lose Trinity due to his inability to save her. He closed his eyes and could feel how much pain she was in, then he could see her in her horrible state, near death from the chains. It hurt him so much to see her that way. It was a deep ache, right to his core. Tears began to pour down his cheeks, then the rage began to hit him. They did this to her, they would pay, if he couldn’t keep her from harm, he would destroy all those who sought to harm her. His life meant nothing, only by slaughtering others could he find meaning in hoping Trinity would escape without him. Or at least be without more torture, even if through death. That thought only made him even angrier.<br/> <br/>He was starting to lose control, there was a sickening cracking sound as his body morphed and grew even larger. His fur became sleek and straight like needles across his skin, as hard as metal. His muscles bulged and his senses heightened. He always made sure not to lose himself, never letting himself lose his intellect entirely.  Monsters had a deep part of themselves that mortals called their bestial side. It’s what the fat man tried to bring out in Sygrin. But it wasn’t truly bestial, it was far worse. Animals, even herbivores, might fight for survival. Monsters were a little different, they had a part of them that had a deep rage, uncontrollable that was felt throughout their entire bodies. In that state they wanted to kill, maim, and destroy, just out of anger and a thirst for blood. It was not who they were but a psychological change that they had no control of. Even if Sygrin didn’t like killing and fighting normally, which in of itself was rare for Wolvians, it didn’t matter when he lost control. The only ones who were safe were the ones he had strong bonds with. They in fact wanted to avenge or kill for the sake of their bonds even more. His eyes suddenly shot open, but they were pupil-less and glazed white.<br/> <br/>It was at this point he blacked out, didn’t see himself pounce at an incredible speed for the nearest guard. The ones with crossbows tried to fire at him but he was a blur, grabbing the first one and slamming him into another, with such a force that they were instantly killed. He ducked beneath a Silverion blade coming for him and punched it’s owner in the chest. A burst of white fire came from his fist that left a hole where the man’s body and armor had been. He then spun in an elegant circle as flames whirled out from him, making the guards have to stumble backwards. White thick smoke came from all the flames quicker and denser than normal. It made it even harder to land a blow on him, while his hearing allowed him to know where to strike. Sygrin then rushed another one, they swung their blade at him, but he blocked it with his arm, he didn’t flinch. He then grabbed the man’s arm and leg, pulling in opposite directions. Gore exploded everywhere, it rained over Sygrin, this only caused him to fight even harder. He lept on another one as the slavers tried to reorient themselves. His mighty jaws ripped into the man’s neck, causing blood to flow into his mouth. He seemed to love the taste but didn’t stop to enjoy it as he turned to 3 more and unleashed several fireballs directly at their heads. They screamed and fell to the ground in agony. The one he had bitten’s face started to turn more canine, but then he started bleeding out of his eyes, ears and mouth. His skin began to shrink over his skull and bones, making him look sickly and inhuman. <br/> <br/>One of the guards finally dug their blade firmly into his back, cutting through his hardened fur and partly in his back. He clenched his fists, but waited, four more guards took the opportunity to strike at him. They’re blades cut into him, it hurt, he grit his teeth, but then he yelled and fire exploded from him that turned them all to a crisp immediately. The fire seemed to burn even his own skin, but all his wounds began healing at an amazing rate. The second to last guard was frozen in fear. Sygrin grabbed him by the waist and threw him into the wall beside one of the hinges. His head burst through it to the other side. The last slave tried to run, but Sygrin took a mighty leap and tackled him to the ground. The man screamed as he began to be dragged towards the door, it had three remaining hinges. Sygrin took the armored guard by the leg and slammed him into the wall around the left two hinges until it gave in. The man’s helmet was deeply caved into his skull.<br/> <br/>Sygrin’s anger had power over his body and of his mind, only a part of his mind remained, the part that was a warrior. His thoughts were demented, full of rage that pushed down his true self. It was full of thoughts of how he would treat everyone who had ever hurt Trinity, visualizing their looks based on what he got from his bond with her. To him it was as if he had been hurt as deeply as she had, every tragic memory she had was also his. This was because in his current state he was more connected to Trinity than ever before. Wolvians were made to connect with others and be guided by the connection they had. And everything a Wolvian was built to do was magnified in this state. Only his thoughts were not his own, normally he would feel horrible about all she’s been through. But to him now it just made him angry and want for those responsible to pay in pain. He wanted to flay them alive and show everyone what happens when you hurt someone he bonds with. To Trinity it would have seemed like Sygrin was a whole different person now. He had almost nothing of his own beliefs, he didn’t like killing without hesitation and making people feel pain just out of anger. He always tried so hard to remain calm and deal with things logically, not like this.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFFBF">Meanwhile, Trinity gave her command to her daughter. Whether she meant it to be or not, her order was given with desperation. This was not an order the mindless knew, but the desperate need in it made her panic. Trinity invoked an emotion in her daughter, emotions she never dealt with before. She became instantly overwhelmed and started having trouble breathing. She gripped her head with her massive hands and began to tremble. Someone she cared deeply about, for reasons she couldn’t grasp, was in trouble, a concept she was only now realizing should induce worry. Which led to her panicking as she had no way of knowing what she should do to fix this problem. They then saw the door crash down to the ground with a loud bang. Sygrin was standing there as the smoke started to dissipate. He was drenched in blood and had a feral look to him. Then she fell into unconsciousness.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FDC96D">  Sygrin saw Trinity and the wailing Wolvian girl. The rage in his heart started to give way to sympathy, and then worry. His form turned back to normal, his eyes reverted to their original brown. He closed his eyes for a moment and worked to calm himself. Then they shot open and he rushed to Trinity’s side. He whispered to her, “I’ve got you, you’re safe now.” He then looked at the crying Mindless beside him, then back to Trinity and the hooks piercing her. He grabbed the part of chain closest to one of the the hooks, with his other hand grabbing beside it. He held his left hand steady keeping the chain closest to Trinity slack as he pulled hard with his right hand. It snapped and he repeated this until there was only one chain left. This one he very gently and slowly took the hook out of her, blood gushed out of the wound. He had to do this so she could start to heal something and slowly get better. The Mindless girl stopped crying and looked relieved, to a point where it seemed worry almost left her completely.<br/> <br/>Sygrin was fascinated with the Wolvian girl’s state, but didn’t have time to investigate now. He picked up Trinity’s limp body, being very careful with her wounds. He looked to the Wolvian and gave a command. “Follow me.” She obeyed. He led them down a corridor until it opened up to a large room. There were crude stone statues scattered around and only one exit out. There was a magical field blocking the doorway, it came from an odd looking object on the other side, next to it was the fatman. Behind him was another man who stood with self importance. He was tall with light grey white skin and hair, he was in an elegant white suit and had a red sash across his chest. The fatman spoke with a devious tone in his voice and a crooked smile. “This is the end of the line for you I’m afraid.” The stone statues eyes began to glow and they turned to face Sygrin. “My constructs will make quick work of you, and even if they weren’t you couldn’t get past this barrier.” He began to laugh as the statues began to move towards Sygrin, Trinity and the Mindless One. Then there was a break in the laughter, a gurgling noise replaced it. Blood dripped down his mouth. There was a strange looking white blade through his large stomach.<br/> <br/>The statues fell lifeless again as the fatman slumped to the ground. Now Sygrin was able to see that the blade came from the white skinned man, it was actually a part of his arm. Then the blade morphed into a normal hand. He nonchalantly pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from his hand. He then put his hand on the object creating the force field and it faded away. Then he walked into the room. He spoke with a hint of contempt in his voice. “You’re lucky I’ve been trying to figure out a way to get her out ever since I learned she’s my mother. Otherwise you’d be dead and she’d be back in prison.” <br/> <br/>Sygrin eyed the man carefully. “You know the way out then?” The man rolled his eyes speaking with annoyance in his voice. “Of course. Now keep up.” He then turned and started to sprint down a corridor going surprisingly fast. Sygrin easily followed, keeping a distance and gently moving trinity to be cupped with one hand leaving the other one free. Even though he was fairly convinced this man could have at the very least kept them trapped if not have already killed them, it was obvious it wasn’t out of any moral standing. They were going at a good pace but Sygrin could not be stealthy while doing so. Several guards had already heard them and came running from different halls. They had all been confused and then shocked to see the white man caus his arm to morph and become a part of a long razor sharp tendril that whipped around, cutting the men down. The mindless one helped as well, but Sygrin himself had a hard enough time keeping them at bay while having one arm holding Trinity. After the second battle this way Sygrin was breathing heavily as his old and fresh wounds worked on healing. He turned to the white man. “What’s your name.” The man spoke with a scowl on his face. “Kellor Von, but this hardly the time for introductions. This already getting less and less likely to succeed. Soon the more elite will find us and that will not end well.” Sygrin nodded in agreement. “I’m too loud and easy to find, I just want to protect her and keep her safe. I hate this idea, but it’s for the best. You must take her without me. I’ll draw them off of the three of you.”<br/> <br/>Von was surprised Sygrin came up with this plan. It meant he would be much more likely not to make it than them. Von nodded and said. “Go to the north end of the city, there’s a farm nearby, we’ll be there.” He then took Trinity from Sygrin, told the mindless one to follow and they left down one corridor while Sygrin went down another one. He left burn and claw marks at the entrance of his tunnel and kept doing so as long as it wasn’t going to be obvious he wanted to be followed. There were more fights but his desire to get back to Trinity and keep the men off her gave him too much strength to lose. After a while he came into a small room that seemed to be a guard post. Within the room was a tall female Devil. Devil’s were typically generals in the war and had very powerful dark magic. A wicked smile stretched across her face. ”Ah, you two split up, risky, but also clever. But that just means I won’t kill you now, you’ll take me to her, or she’ll come back for your sake.” She then stretched out her hand and the black smoke covered Sygrin this time. He felt intense pain, particularly in his arms. He grit his teeth until it finally subscided.<br/> <br/>Looking down, there was now a different arcane mark on each arm. The woman spoke devilishly.  “This is the curse of choices. You have two curses to choose from within the next hundred and eleven hours you must select one by having your blood flow from one of the marks. Otherwise-” Sygrin cut her off, speaking through gritted teeth. “I’ve heard of it, I also know that this mark is the curse of the old, and this one is the curse of a hundred deaths. Horrible and powerful hexes, but it doesn’t matter, I’ll suffer. We’re not coming back to you.” She smiled wickedly. “We’ll see, but maybe I’ll come across her and do the same thing.” She began to laugh but Sygrin cut in again, shaking with anger. “NO!” he boomed. He would not, could not let that happen. fire burned within his eyes, then he yelled at the top of his lungs. Stretching out his arms fire burst from him  in a 60 yard radius. It burned everything, the floor, the walls, and the ceiling. It was just a sphere of nothing. He fell to the bottom, he looked around for any sign of the devil, but she was gone. But he did see that the top of the sphere opened up into the surface. He crept back and then launched up to the side of the sphere and then boosted off that to make it through the 10-foot hole.<br/> <br/>Looking around he noticed he was in a general goods store, empty, probably due to the moon light he could see from out the window. He quickly grabbed a sack and put some essentials in it. After he was done, he needed to pay for these things but had no money. Instead he took out the silverion blades still in his back. He winced each time and had to let them heal a bit before continuing. Even if the Silverion was just melted down, it would be more than enough to pay for it all. He kept the largest blade and then set out into the night. Going north and trying to be more stealthy now, he soon got to the edge of the city without any issue. Seeing a farm he went to it quickly. Upon getting close, he felt that something was off. It’s not always easy to recognise but he was sure he walked into a zone of some type of magic. He cautiously went forward hoping and praying to Korbin that they be here. “Sygrin, over here.” He whirled around to see Von, who ducked back inside a barn. He followed, and there she was, gently laid out on some hay. Relief filled his heart, he bent down and gently caressed her cheek. “You’re safe, and I’ll make sure you always will be.” Von spoke to Sygrin, slightly irritated. “I’ll make sure you're safe for the night, but they’ll track you down soon enough. Get as far from here as you can, to any safe place you can. I’ve done my part, I’m going back, don’t ever try to fight us, you’ll fail and you need to only think about my mother, understand.” He said that last part through narrowed eyes. Sygrin just nodded still dazed by the fact that they had made it and she is now safe.</span>