The roar of the Gorgon was something both melodic and terrifying to the core. The Dark Knight was able to barely resist its effects with his 20% control over Draco's bloodline, but Sigurd was like a leaf in the wind, blown about like a ragdoll.
The tentacles of the Gorgon smashed over, aiming to render Sigurd into paste. He barely blocked with his lance, yet was still sent flying through thee trees by the side, spitting out a thick mouthful of blood. His HP was left with only a sliver, and he was about to be sent to respawn again.
The Gorgon roared and sent over its final attack to deal with him.
The Dark Knight saw this and knew he could no longer afford to hold back. As such, he thrust his sword into the ground and went on all fours. His body rapidly expanded as his muscles bulked, his mouth elongated into a snout and horns grew from his head.
Dragon Form!
