Rawkshawn looked at his own hand. It was trembling uncontrollably.
"This whole fight has been unsatisfying." He said. "My body is telling me to punch. Punch with all my strength behind the swing."
"Let's make a deal, shall we?" Adam slowly turned to him. "If I manage to give you a satisfying battle, will you spare me?"
"Haha." Rawkshawn laughed. "You never stood a chance from the start, Adam. How could you possibly—"
As he was about to finish, he saw Adam's flesh turn red. It looked like a layer of some kind of protective shell appeared around his skin.
It covered him from everywhere, and the shape of his head changed. The tip of his nose turned into a long beak, and his mouth stretched wide with razor-sharp teeth.
It looked like he was turning into some kind of winged creature!
His arms turned into wings. Instead of the feathers, there were red blades that looked like they could slice through anything.
