Ylik smirked as they rushed him, knowing he had found the fight he wanted. Ylik focused his mana into his right arm and held out as it began to glow. "Let's see if you all are worth a gods damn when it comes to combat..." Ylik said, his voice carrying slight amusement. Suddenly The skin around Ylik's right hand and forearm surged off of it and began twisting and stretching into seven foot long strands. The muscle began receding in certain spots, leaving the bone exposed, yet it did not fall away as it should from the missing muscles. Rather it began to meld together and expand outwards and began to take the shape of a blade. The muscle then entwined itself along certain areas of the "blade", giving it strength and durability. Now, within the span of three seconds, Ylik's arm had turned into a blade from the elbow down, the skin flailing about as though they were serpents bent on ensnaring everything that dared oppose them.<br/><br/>(Ability activated: Living Weapon (grade 1).)<br/>(Mana used: 15 to cast. 93/120 remaining.)<br/><br/>Ylik saw the beasts were almost upon him.  He thrust the blade aloft, the cords of flesh flinging towards the enemies about him, seeking to wrap themselves around the throats of the attacking creatures.<br/><br/><br/>Thomas finally reached the eighth floor and began walking down the hall towards his apartment. He didn't like the thought of her seeing it, but it was unavoidable at this point. The doors to the apartments were made of steel, and rather than knobs you entered a code to open the door. This was very high tech, but it was also a sign that this building was not exactly in a good neighborhood. Thomas remembered how often he'd be the first cop on scene, mostly because he lived where a lot of crimes went down. The walls were made of solid concrete, which was useful if your neighbor was being shot to death, it ensured that you wouldn't be hit through the wall. Thomas hated this place, but now it seemed like a shining gem considering what sort of things were happening in this city.<br/><br/>Thomas finally reached his door and quickly pounded in his code. The door beeped as the tumblers of the lock released it, causing it to open slowly. Thomas turned to the woman and said, "I have the master code to the rest of the apartments. The super gave it to me since I was a cop and he thought if anyone could be trusted with it, it was me. Tell your men to hit twenty-four seventy-three on the door's keypads." After giving up that bit of information, Thomas entered his apartment with a disgusted look on his face. It had two rooms, the kitchen/living room/dining room and his bedroom and the smallest of bathrooms.<br/><br/>Thomas looked around, seeing in the right corner nearest him the four foot counter that was beside the stove,oven,fridge,sink combo. That all-in-one appliance was only there out of necessity, if he had any more space he'd have real appliances, but as it stood he hadn't the room. Over on the left side of the room was a worn out sofa with a small stained coffee table in front of it, and judging from the garbage from various fast food joints one could tell that he ate there. In the far right corner of the room was a plaid armchair that looked to be in good condition, at least good compared to everything else in this dump. It was the least dirty and in less of a state of disrepair. The floor was covered by shag carpeting, but with all the stains it had one could only guess as to it's original color. The walls were bare, with the exception of the solitary window on the opposite end from where the door stood.<br/><br/>Thomas flicked on the lights, causing a ceiling fan to give a dim glow and begin spinning lazily. He walked over to the door in the far side of the left wall that led to his room as he said, "Make yourself at home, there should be leftover pizza in the fridge if you're hungry, just reheat it in the oven real quick first." Thomas opened the door, turning around as he followed up with, "You might have to smack it a bit, it's kinda temperamental."