<div class="floatleft">(https://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/11990054/934full-diego-barrueco.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Fen Ylfingr (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805158#msg14805158)<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Enoch, Ramzi, Hermes<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gaia, Unknown<br/><strong>?Wearing:</strong>This (https://i.imgur.com/U5yYYEE.jpg)<br/><strong>?Mood:</strong>Pissed, unsurprised.<br/><hr/><br/>When the Platinum Legion came for him, Fen was unsurprised. Oh, there was disappointment. Once again, these people turn their backs on him. There was rage. If he thought it would make a difference he would howl his hatred through the stars and send the very realm itself shuddering, but the simple truth is he wasn't strong enough. Not to take on the entire Legion, not unprepared. That fact alone tastes bitter, and his expression is half-feral rage and half-well hidden fear, the slightest hint of betrayal in his eyes before he masks it. He was not surprised. But he had hoped...<br/><br/>Giving up his Armament is just the icing on the cake, really. A symbol of his strength, his ability to endure, that he won't let them beat him. But what does it matter? They have all the power. He's resigned as he falls, and if there's a slight prickle at his eyes he blames it on the wind. Cast out. Heh, he always figured they'd just execute him. Gritting his teeth, he forces himself to grin viciously. They will regret not killing him when they had the chance.<br/><br/>That he falls with others, however,<em>is</em>a surprise. He wonders what they did. Wonders if it matters. He lands but a moment behind the first, grunting and rolling with the force of it. The yelling he could have done without. "Tone it down before you have the mortals breathing down our necks." He grunts, already annoyed and beginning to push himself up. Though considering the time of night and the fact they seem to be in a desert, he isn't sure it would matter. Eyeing the hand offered to him, Fen snorts and swats it away. Standing on his own power he shakes off the dust and dirt like a dog, running a hand through his hair. Looking the man up and down, he raises a brow. "Nice robe." Even Fen couldn't say if it was sarcasm or truth. He's vaguely aware of one of the others arriving and introducing herself, but there's something distracting about the man, something familiar.<br/><br/>He pauses at the man's face, scratching his chin. He recognizes him from somewhere, but... Blinking, he recognition dawns and Fen throws himself backwards and into a crouch, reaching for his Armament by reflex before he remembers it was stolen. "What the fuck?!" His eyes go back and forth, scanning his surroundings and looking to see if any of the others that fell are threats. "The Arbiter." He grates. Part of him is horrified, another is weirdly, bizarrely pleased. "Did they send you down here to finish the job? What, couldn't stomach killing me themselves?" He spits at Ramzi's feet, sneering. "Come on then." He gestures, growling.<br/><br/>He might be without his Armament, but he is not without power. Fuck the Elysium, and fuck their rules. Heat<em>pulses</em>from him and his eyes go slitted and yellow, bones cracking and fur rippling down his form. Muscles tear only to reconnect in new places and he grins even as his face elongates, teeth growing sharp and pointed. His clothing vanishes, sinking into his form and his mass explodes outward, form rapidly growing taller and more muscular, claws on his hands and feet bursting into existence with the horrific sound of meat being sliced open. He pants, what felt like an eternity of pain having passed in only a handful of heartbeats. Drool drips from his maw, and he stares at Ramzi. Speaking around the mouthful of teeth is difficult, and when he does it's a guttural, broken sound.<strong>"I will not go quietly."</strong><br/><br/>His ears twitch, listening for movement from those that fell with them. Hermes at least seems focused on speed, considering she more or less appeared, but the others? He has no idea of their part in this. The only thing he does know is there's no way the Elysium would exile their pet executioner.