<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/RedDragon1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ragnar Lodbrok/Myth<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Danger Room Sept. 1st Morning<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Standard Uniform<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Team, Open<br/><br/>Ragnar took a moment to encourage the others while the last rounds of the shotgun emptied out, "That's the way to do it Astra! Nuo while an attack might not work in one area it could in another if you aim right! Even the mightiest armor has a weak point and that would be the joints!" Logan finally dropped in and asked where he could lend a hand, it only took Ragnar a moment as the Doombots started to spread. He had wanted to keep them together, but what was that saying about plans only lasting til first contact? A glance put things in his head, "Logan back up Nuo and blindside them... Guerrilla tactics stick and move! AstraFlare see if you can work your way around to Vektor and back each other up."<br/><br/>The clip empty Ragnar slides the AA-12 over to Flame even as she speaks about trusting him, "I only hope your right about knowing what I'm doing... I've never been a leader even though I've lived going from one battlefield to the next since I was 17. Still it's a shotgun just point and fire while giving me cover as I shift... They want to know what we can do so I'm going all in. Just don't let them stop it when my change is taking place. I can't revert halfways and pain turns to rage with this one, so there needs to be something bad that can draw my attention..."<br/><br/>Even as he speaks preparations for the shift take place as his clothing disappears into the storage space and then all his hair pulls back disappearing back into Myth's form along with the ink, the brands and scars until perfect skin remained. No hair blemishes his body just hard lines of muscle as he mentally prepares and then it hits driving him to the ground on his hands and knees. Through the sounds of battle a new one could be picked up if one was either close enough or took the time to listen. The muscles under Ragnar's skin twitches as his bones begins to lengthen and then he lets out a scream as bone shatters, the transformation breaking every bone in his body to remake them bigger, stronger and even longer to support the weight that's coming. Pain radiates off of Myth in waves even as he channels it into anger and he slams his head into the ground even as blood red scales begin to tear through his skin to line him with newer natural armor.<br/><br/>His eyes raise turning amber as his skull lengthens and teeth become razor sharp lengthening themselves as his body expands. He grows filling the quarter of the room he picked and the skin around his shoulderblades rip open as new lengths of bone shove from his back stretching out as more bones grow from that, and finally they cover with membrane and scales. Myth's arms grow along with newly changed back legs as his joints snap and pop becoming reverse jointed like an animals. Although the animal Ragnar is becoming is nothing like people have seen. Finally his neck lengthens and grows stronger to support the newly changed head as thick black smoke pours out his nose and mouth. Raising onto his back legs Myth's wings stretch outward and give a flap. A new long tail provides balance and another weapon as clicks of his shimmering blood red scales lock into place...<br/><br/>Myth as a newly formed dragon stands there a moment before looking down at Flame. Lowering his head large horns stick straight from his skull to give a hand hold if she jumps on, but as it is now his mouth opens and he gives a roar. His breath begins to draw inwards as sure sign of what is coming and for others to get out of the way. While Flame's output was impressive, Myth is a whole lot larger and his flames mirror his form. There is no telling what would happen if Flame and the dragon combined their fire breaths, but no time like the present... With an exhale Ragnar releases all his anger into the Doombots as a blast of flame...<br/><br/>Then it was over and his mouth snaps shut. Myth's head swivels as Storm comes over the comm letting Logan know his son was there. The large from shakes as a chuckle emits from a long throat, "Better go and get a reunion in Wolverine... We'll be right here..." He hears about Cessily being there and as the Doombots disappear Myth stalks over to the control room while there is a break in the fighting. Raising up on back legs he plants his front legs against the wall even as his large head peers into the room. One would be smart not to turn their attention away in the Danger Room, but Myth gains all the dragons strengths in his claws, tail, teeth, intelligence and breath weapon. On the other hand Myth also gains the weaknesses of the dragon namely it arrogance... His amber eyes find Cessily and Myth's jaws open up in a large draconic smile which might not be the greatest sight in the world, "Hey Cess! What do you think? I can change the scale color...."<br/><br/>Pushing off the wall as Storm brings in Doctor Doom and tells them not to kill him, "Well now..."