I dusted myself off and cracked my knuckles, spinning the two blades in my hands.
'Shackles Release.'
The familiar exotic feeling engulfed my body and a rush of power ran through my blood. My dark hair turned blood red and flowed with the wind. Two dark horns propped from my forehead and my canines sharpened.
"Th-That transform-" I didn't let him finish and covered the distance in a flash. Chunks of rock blew into the air with every step.
I sliced down with the short sword in my right hand. Perfect! I finally felt a satisfying connection with his body. A deep diagonal cut appeared on his torso and he grimaced, throwing a counter punch at my face.
I dodged, swinging the reverse gripped short sword in my left hand at his head.
He leapt back a couple metres and tried to regain his breath. He seemed to be running out of stamina, something I could utilise.
"Arise!" He shouted, lifting both his arms up.
