Gammon shakes his head. "You will need to be careful; there are many precious things, within our citadel, as well as many defenses. It would be in your best interest to refrain from unneeded collateral damage. Now, if you will allow me, I will prepare to avenge my fellows."<br/><br/>Gammon leans forward, for a moment, similar to his resting pose... but only for a moment, before a brilliant, silver energy starts to flow through him. He straightens... and then keeps going, expanding, from his normal, troll-like hunchback shape, nearly seven feet tall, to a human shape, more than ten feet tall. The mismatched metal plates that covered him, giving him a hodge-podge, steampunk look extend, fitting into their proper locations, giving him a sleek, flawless appearance; what the Shadow Stalkers might aspire to become, a perfect humanoid shape, yet utterly alien, perfectly symmetrical, yet wholly inhuman. Silver energy flows in between the visible joints, and his eyes glow with a steady, pure light. Finally, as his transformation completes, six long, thin metal rods slide from his back, a pattern of rainbow colored, shifting, swirling geometric patterns flashing between them, like brilliant wings.<br/><br/>"Three of the Four Guardians; Alphon, Beton, and Delton, now lie destroyed. All limiters have been removed, and operating at ninety-four-point-seven-zero percent capacity. I am Gammon, the last of the Guardians. Law has been suspecnded for our use." He nods to Draiss, the formalities completed.<br/><br/>Tick. Fourteen seconds remain.<br/><br/>"Go."