Watching in trepidation, Stein takes a step back as the myconid lands on the other side of the room. The once thin body with oversized cap now resembles a hulking monstrosity. Its limbs look like tree trunks but show the ability to make precise movements. The stem and stalk have widened to the size of a wine keg, each massive arm glowing gently as round orbs grow on the shoulders. The cap itself growing denser and wider as the red spots turn crimson and the purple begins to turn into a deep violet. Finally the creatures glowing blue eyes turn a brighter shade of blue, as he glances up at the stunned form of Stein.
"You see bruh, I don't like all this fighting and junk. I just wanna make my spore babies, possibly create a circle of life or something, and enjoy my days in peace. But your kinda ruining that my dude. And I saw what you did to those baby bosses, so since I'm whats left lets see if Ol' Fraz still has the fight in him that gave me this stupid rank." Fraz mutters tiredly, his newly hulked out body lazily doing stretches as the snapping of muscles is heard throughout the room.
"Fraz? You mean the Shroom Boomer Fraz? The one that wiped out his colony and a full city of mindflayers during a blind rage that lasted for months and resulted in a complete restructuring of the lands of darkness? You've got to be kidding me, your just a fungi failure on a trip so lets get you to your last stop in the land of the dead." giggles Stein as his skin begins to flake away as skeletal bones begin pushing through.
"Heh, wasn't rage fueled dude. Buncha tentacled creeps come into town and start bashing in heads. Kids crying when these bros put chains around their necks and inked their backs. Moms and Pops dragged off to be butchered like meat on a board. Nah man not while I still breathed. So I put on my big boy pants, and made a bit of a boom to clear the air ya know. But you my skelly man, you are definitely worse. Lets clear the air." Fraz says menacingly as his voice fades to a whisper and a prompt appears before Steins eyes.
[Fraz The Shroom Boomer has activated a legendary skill{War to Peace} All aggressive actions against Fraz will in turn increase the effectiveness of his poisons and toxins. All resistances while fighting Fraz will slowly dwindle as long as he maintains stacks of (War). Stacks of (Peace) that Fraz has bolsters his defense and magical abilities. Each agressive action by Fraz reduces the Stacks of (Peace) by 1 and increases stacks of (War) by 1 and vice versa.]
"Shit, you actually are him." Mumbles Stein, worry tainting his voice as he glances back at the mountainous mushroom. Scanning the mushrooms info he shakes in fear as he backs away slowly.
{Fraz the Shroom Boomer HP 2750/2750 Mana 8900/8900 Buffs: Peace(8750) War(1) Toxin Immunity, Poison Immunity, Rot Immunity, Immunity To Undeath, Rise of the Shroomongous}
"Yea dude. I've been at Peace for...awhile. Don't like fighting but if I do it has to be a reason. Like a bunch of flayers attacking my friends and family. Or death orc tribes sacrificing children to the god of power. Or an insane dungeon of undeath sending a fugly skelly dude into my new home to hurt my new friends and take away my nice, peaceful, fun life. So let me show you how much of a fun guy I am..." States Fraz as he gently tosses a sickly green puffball near stein, the mushroom pulsing once before exploding in a massive cloud of glowing green spores.
{You have been affected by Gangrenous Puffball- for every 3 seconds you stand in this mushrooms spores you will gain a stack of {Bone Rot} decreasing mobility and increasing vulnerability to toxic effects.}
Attempting to dive out of the way, Stein realizes to late that he's moving slower and that a strange green moss is growing in the joints of his skeletal form. Casting a shadowy flame over his leg the bone creature giggles once before bathing his body in the black fires and purifying the mossy growth. As Stein looks up he flinches backwards as a spongy fist ploughs into his skull leaving deep furrows before it lands limply on the ground.
"TalonSnaps. Only grown in a specific dungeon along the Alasio Coast. Based off of a taloned plant creature made of vines that I absorbed into my grove. They traded me for a merman." Fraz mutters lazily as a new dot in his palm glows before growing into a spiked ball dripping with a viscus red liquid.
"Flaming Death pods. A hybrid of magma shrooms and Dead mans hands. Once activated flaming hands of death sprout from the body and ignite anything within grasping range." Fraz says with a smile as he lazily tosses the ball beside the backpedaling Stein, the pod bursting a wide range of flames as several dozen grasping hands of magma reach from the ground grasping at air.
"I can leave! I bow to your power and agree to any terms you set. Let me return to my dungeon and we can continue this fight as dungeon creatures in actual battle!" Stein screeches as another mushroom, this one long and covered in holes, flies like a spear and misses him by an inch before landing in the entranceway before expanding with a crack before hardening.
"Marble Morels, hard as diamond and easily used to block leaks, create housing, and remove escape options from evil creatures bent on death." Fraz says happily as he continues walking lazily towards the skeletal avatar, its insane cackles drowning out the happy tune the myconid hums.