<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/85/Marco2.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>     <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Ragnar Lodbrok</span><br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Myth</span><br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">The Vision</span><br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Jungle, Buenos Aires</span><br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Deadpool, Invisible Woman, She-Hulk</span><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>From his stance Myth seems relaxed and his eyes constantly flick back and forth taking in all he can. He is momentarily surprised that his blasts didn't get anywhere near the blond haired woman, but oh well that stuff happens sometimes. The reason is answered moments later as the tinted field is placed around his head. Myths fingers runs along it lightly and it hits him... A force field of some kind, so that's why his blasts didn't get her and judging from the way it's set up not likely to allow him any air as well. It doesn't bother him too much for now, if worse would happen Myth could always let the helmet snap into place. The armor had a limited air supply, but he didn't need it.... His breathing changes to conserve what he has in the bubble.<br/><br/>Then Ragnar hears the magic words... So ol blondie figured it out huh? A glance at his wrist tells him that back up is closing in, but this fight was too much fun to share with the others... His eyes snap forward as the green skinned woman charged towards him. The lowered shoulder tells him what is going to happen as if these people were rank amateurs... Always telegraphing, but Myth slumps letting his body go limp as the emerald woman slams into him and he goes flying backwards.<br/><br/>Time seems to slow as Myth is in the air and he hears three gunshots. The first he sees clearly as it bounces off the force field.... Thank Tyr the blond woman had put that up... The other two though? He feels the shock as the armor takes one but the last bullet finds a seam and burning pain brings a smile to his face. Hitting the ground he rolls for a moment before slowly getting back to his feet. A smile stays on his face as his haunting voice sounds in the storm, Myths Nordic accent is thick as he finally speaks,<strong>"Pain! I love it! Give me more pain! Make me feel alive!"</strong><br/><br/>Standing straight he looks at the three and his armor disappears leaving him in his clothes.... Seconds later they also disappear into the other dimension where his gear is kept when he shifts leaving his lean muscular form nude before them. They would see the runes covering Myths upper body most of them on his arms are tattooed on, but the ones on his chest are branded into his white skin. He glares as his body starts changing, when the thunder from his entrance fades away the others are treated to the sound of his bones stretching, breaking and finally reforming. His muscles bulge and tear beneath his skin as well, but that wouldn't be noticed because his skin changes colors becoming black as obsidian as scales begin forming.<br/><br/>Dropping down to all fours Myths body grows rapidly easily stretching out 25 feet before a long muscular tail adds more to him. He saved the best for last as large wings bust from his back and gives an experimental downstroke casting a blast of air all about him. From his shoulders the still very human head grins again despite the pain he's in from changing... The scales around the shoulders bulge momentarily before four more heads burst from the form. Myths head joins the other four as they extend on long serpentine necks and change forming large angular heads with large sharp curling horns coming from the top. The teeth also sharpen as they grow longer extending to about the length of a forearm and draconic lips curl into an evil smile showing them off. The other heads take in breaths so now Ragnar doesn't have to worry about his air supply anymore...<br/><br/>The now massive multi headed dragon that Myth changed into towers over the three looking down at them. Amber eyes glint with blood lust as lightning flashes reflecting off of the smooth obsidian colored scales. It would be breathtaking really.... If the beast wasn't looking to continue the fight.... One head turns to regard the blond haired woman momentarily before a sharp intake of breath is heard coming from it. If one knows dragons they know what coming next and Myth doesn't disappoint... The head stretches out letting forth a burst of red flames that rush straight for the blond.<br/><br/>Not wanting the others to feel left out Myth leaps forward using his powerful legs and swipes at the emerald skinned woman as another head reaches out to snap half heartily at the man with the swords...