With a beautiful, pure ring of steel, your blade leaves twin tracks in the Tyrant's tree-trunk-like ankles. The response, of course, is another earth-shaking roar of pain... and, perhaps more importantly, the sensation of something changing in your hands. A quick look at your sword reveals that the hilt has begun to reshape itself, taking on the fossilized-bone motif that it has outside this little spirit realm...<br/><br/>A sure sign that you are gaining control.<br/><br/>Of course, the Tyrant will not admit defeat that easily, and with you underneath its feet the creature begins to stomp wildly, heavy feet slamming into the ground like hammers of some ancient and angry god, as if to drive you down into the earth...<br/><br/>The first stomp is easy enough for you to avoid, thankfully... but jumping out of the way of one foot seems to put you in the path of another, and you feel the big foot smack against your shoulders, barely clipping you... and still sending a shock of pain down your spine. ((-12 HP, pre DR))