Hissss
Ethoss's body relaxed. Each time he mutated, it was like a therapeutic stimulation. The refrigerating energy roamed his body slightly, where the chilling sensation truly was, was in his claws and in his mouth. An oily mint flavor leaped onto his tongue, and with each breath it felt as he was breathing ice itself.
Soon the mutations were over. Ethoss looked down at his claws, to inspect them and see the changes. His claws had grew in a way that reminded him of a hook, they curved with the pointer as sharp as a needle. Additionally, the claws were much more thicker and the edges became whetted, making it so each time he attacked he could not only pierce but also tear and rip flesh like a knife or a sword, while simultaneously holding onto his prey by their flesh itself. This would undoubtedly be extremely painful, and Ethoss loved it.
