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The large male sat up from his place in the sand, the fine grains cascading of him. Rising from the ground came the rest of his body a skulking sight as he shook the remaining bits of sand from his broad shoulders. Sharamir preferred the feeling of lava thought his invulnerability to heat dampened the luxury of a hot tub his sense for the presence heat made it mildly enjoyable. He had found slight solace within the sand it was course and the relenting sun heated it to temperatures that could seriously scald the soft skin of a human. His two swords had been kept from the sand in their scabbards, Z'ar stood half buried he had used it as a marker in case he got lost while he was under. He had tunneled through the sand almost as if he were swimming awkward at first he made slow progress but found his pace and could move slightly with ease and had located what he had set out for. A dark liquid coated part of his right hand which he wiped of on his chest. Picking up the mammoth great sword he placed to fingers under the flat of the blade and began walking no where specific in mind just waiting for his opponent to arise.

Sharamir not usually one susceptible to taunting did however think that this boys image was ruining the landscape. Curling his hand into a fist he flicked his thumb as if tossing a coin and the sword flipped intto the air a ways as he reached up grabbing the handles of his two broadswords the blade s measuring 5ft in length. Only pulling each partly from their sheathe he angled his head to the side and a ghost of a smile touched his lips as he removed his hands from the handles. The sword had begun to ake its descent and before it struck him Sharamirs tail which usually stayed wrapped around his waist flashed out and snatched it from the air. The large weapon hovered over sharamir's head as he crossed his arms, The ring of Taurus had a slight green glow around it a silver band set with black stone that would prove very useful in this battle. The ring is driven and empowered by the willpower and determination to accomplish whatever challenge the bearer is faced with. The ring bestows incredible mass-to-force amplification allowing for something like a normal mid-sized human male to easily push and lift an object or obstacle that is roughly 20x the mass and weight of that mid-sized human. The ring strengthens the muscles and bones of the bearer's body to give a much stronger physical resistance to things such as physical impacts, heat, cold, stretching, crushing, and stabbing. The bearer is able to run and jump 5x higher, faster, and longer than normal. The bearer is also given increased resistance to pain, or a higher threshold for pain. The bearer's strikes with their weapon are made stronger, faster, and able to cut through diamond if the weapon is sharp enough to make the cut and the bearer's strength being the determining factor. Exhaustion and weariness are quickly recovered from and energy flows abundantly through the bearer allowing for constant physical exertion for very long periods of time.
Sharamir has dealt with an abundance of opponents but thanks to his trip to anther world he knew not to underestimate something by appearances alone.

After the discovery of his past and the wisdom of his own self the journey imparted like his symbiotic behavior that allowed him to learn and eventually bond with every weapon he used constantly. A far lesser form of what his father lived for devouring everything in site for pure destruction or to gain power. His claws clicked against his scales that covered his large bicep as he began to advance. The air already ridden with heat shimmered heavily around his body his body temperature began to rise leveling out at 150 degrees Celsius. Stopping till there was about a distance of 50 feet between him and the other male as he uncrossed his arms, the 6 ft great sword swaying from side to side in his tail it weighed bout 50 lbs by itself but thanks to the markings now visible to a good eyes etched into the side of the blade could make that change along with a few other self installed fail safes.

"A fight is what you may want. A battle is what I desire."He shifted his right foot back making a crescent motion leaving a line in the sand as he brought his hands up right hand closer to his face palm out and turned to the side left hand farther out and arm somewhat held out. "I don't think either one of us shall be disappointed." With that he pushed of his back foot as his tail came down the sword scraping the sand as he covered the distance in three short bounds the blow would come up from the lower left side of him leaving the ground the blade if connected packed enough power to make a clean cut through a skull twice as thick as a rhino's. Z'ar being no normal sword was more than capable of this feat even without Sharamirs power behind it. composed of Star Iron base metal for extremely durable and very lightweight base metal. Mythril Dragonscale over-fold reinforcing material to allow for resistance to elemental damages such as heat, cold, corrosion, denting, twisting, and bending. Void Steel rim folding between main brace down the center of the blade and the edge of the blade itself. Void steel absorbs and channels all forms of energy or mana that comes into contact range of it. A personal Scale from Talson infused into the void steel at the base of the blade which was done so that the energy that was released by Talson would not be absorbed into the Void Steel and also so that the Void Steel would channel the energy that it absorbed into Talson so that he may be able to use it. Ahmne Thairophic Ore infused into the core of the blade, A bone recovered from the battlefield in which his father was suppressed and repelled back into a dark realm which was prison the bone still containing part of his residual essence and aura allows Sharamir to utilize a weaker form of his powers such as adding a dark element to his attacks. The ore allows for the natural properties of each material used to make the blade and its additional components such as the hilt and grip to be controlled by the wielder as to prevent the weapon's natural properties from causing it to potentially collapse in on itself. The outer layer of the blade's coating is that of Star Iron which is highly polished so that the blade holds a strong shine and will continue to hold the strong luster even if the blade is put through five centuries of constant use and rarely cleaned.Being a blade forged in the Deep Forge by Seppo Ilmarinen, the Young God of the Forge, he gave his undeniable word which has always held true for the many many ages of working in the Forge, that his work never breaks unless struck by his own hammer. The draconian markings inscribed upon the flat of his blade were one of two fail-safes put in place to prevent theft but through application found to be useful in combat. The markings placed held two purposes for one if anyone but himself unless personally handed, that tried to wield it the sword would instantly ignite and increase in weight from around 50lb to around 500lb. The second purpose it allowed an easier channeling of his own energy and magicks through the blade so it didn't tax him as much.

Sharmir felt the small amount of excitement begin to build would he finally find a worthy opponent hidden within this young man's soul? He certainly hoped so.

These are the feelings that came about him the instant his tail was touched. The first was surprise, that his tail had even been caught and more that it had been stopped. The ring's effects allowed such a feat to be commended with his abilities letting him push and pull an object roughly 20 times his weight meaning an object of over 2 tons would pose little trouble with him. The following feeling a nanosecond behind the first was anger a feeling that instantly flipped to rage as the tug was felt. The augment to his strength, speed endurance seemed not to cause these clones much distress but as the fire that had appeared on his body completely covered him encasing the dragon guardian in an aura of flame a blast of hot air was released in all directions as the transformation took him. The flames around him rose to a heat of around 300 Celsius while his body temperature spiked to nearly 550 degrees Celsius.

A transformation that had been honed and grown into over the years it was near instantaneous, his already draconic features giving great ease of transition already. In a flash the bright red scales that covered the entirety of his body not only thickened but became harder four times as hard as they were before to be exact. Sharamir had been a capable fighter even before he gained the Draco form, but this brought his battle to a whole different level. His senses heightened slightly as his strength, along with speed, agility, reflex precision and time, as well as endurance and stamina were increased five fold. His tail would lengthen only a few inches and thicken, his fingers became slightly more like claws but still more than capable of handling his weapons, the razor sharp teeth hidden in his maw would elongate sharp enough now to turn reinforced steel to Swiss cheese with little effort. All of the changes happened in mere seconds, and once his temperature spiked if the clones grip had been unaffected a single flick of his tail which still held his greatsword would send the clone flying forward, Sharamir aiming for the one other figure which had begun to disintegrate.

There was seldom anything that bother the warrior but no one not even his own king felt that pulling his tail was not worth getting into it with him. Sharamir was livid having completely halted in place when his tail was grabbed and yanked at. The extra length on his tail could have used to turn the blade around and skewer the clone before he knew it but though he was enraged Sharamir still had his wits about him...which spelled trouble for his opponent. If the clone was indeed sent through the air by his tail which was now overly capable of moving 10 tons with ease the force in which the two smashed together would shatter a good number of heir bones if they didn't just disintegrate on impact.

Having rounded on the only one left seeing him leap back a small flash filled his vision as the final change cam over him. The flash didn't linger and barely was noticed but to someone looking upon him Sharamir's pupils will have been wiped out and replaced with a white center of flame with red orange flames licking at the corners of his eyes. A smile touched his lips as the quill never reached him being incinerated to ash. Not exactly noticing its approach but the cremated pieces fluttering down was hint enough. The flame around his eyes matched that of his body, and as he lowered the blades from their X position over his chest switching the one in his right hand to a reverse grip the glow that they bore began intensifying as his own energy as pushed into them. "Thanks for the warm up, but I prefer to get straight into the exercise..." He said this while bringing Z'ar up and made the blade tip point towards his rearthe flat of the blade covering the upper part of his back. His Stsaki the two broadswords hummed eagerly in his hands as he dashed forward with such speed that should be impossible. A normal person would see a blur as he approached, swinging the sword in his left hand in a diagonal slash an intense wave of flame was released from the blade.

Sharamir's physical attributes wasn't the only thing boosted his mastery of pyrokenisis reached new heights in this form. If another clone attempt was made he would split the wave up into a hail of arrows, The wave was the same temperature as the flame around him, 6 and a half feet wide giving a good coverage area. Following a few feet behind Sharamir could move faster but revealing all of ones arsenal so soon was indeed foolhardy and he wanted to have some fun with this bold hatchling. One blade held in front at an upward angel the other weapon in his right closer to his midsection still held in a reverse grip. Something was coming, a deep growl resonated in his throat, would he finally be able to cut loose? loosen the tight restraints he himself placed? "Time will tell, for now let see how my opponent handles the novice level.." he thought to himself.

His body a blur as Sharamir ran amidst the swirling flames, the light that had began to cover his hands had covered his arms by the time he witnessed Haruka reaching into his pocket. His eyes narrowed relaxing his forearms slightly to swing the swords in his hands down slightly as the stream of fire stopped abruptly. The light of his swords continued to grow as the substance that was washing over his body reached his chest speeding up and traveling up his neck and covering his lower body simultaneously. Sharamir had actually begun to slow his speed reducing as the green condensed aura lining his body thickened, as the aura had been condensing more and more pressure had been exerted on every inch of Sharamir’s body it was getting to the point he could not maintain his speed without putting forth an enormous effort. This actually helping him or he could have taken the boulders now hurtling towards him in the back, he wouldn’t know how much this would damage him but he wasn’t going to find out. Slamming the Stsaki into the ground his feet almost leaving the ground as he used them as a pivot point spinning and aiming for the middle of the tornado abruptly changing his direction. His impaired speed wouldn’t let him avoid the boulder, but he was prepared. Leaving his swords in the sand Sharamir shot out his arms making contact with the first bouder the heat of his hand let him breach the rock easily sinking up to his forearm as he let the momentum from his spin and the boulder to turn him. The lack of grip on the shifting sound favored him as well he dug in facilitating his turn as his other hand met the second boulder mimicking the outcome of the first. Clenching his fists and biting back a growl the centrifugal force being put on him coupled with the pressure of the celestial energy that was continuing to build the time was now.

As he continued to turn his tail shot out skewering the next boulder as his shoulders sagged forward As he reached the center flexing all of his muscles backwards the tremendous buildup of energy gathered at a single vocal point his voice box and vocal chords. The three boulders he held came slamming down into the sand as a shockwave of energy shredded them as well as the other incoming projectiles. The force was so intense it decimated the immediate area around him up to 15 feet the first couple of boulders completely gone the force expanded at the speed of sound followed by a second shock wave which followed a few nanoseconds behind the celestial energy one. Any incoming boulders would be instantly destroyed and as the resounding roar he let loose to activate this release came about the swirling walls of flame of the tornado would explode outward washing over and pushing back everything within a 100 ft radius.
The very ground shook at his roar this was more than just a sound it was a feeling and that feeling was wrath. During his maneuvering of the boulders the light had completely washed over Sharmir, his image was changing growing two feet taller another row of teeth appearing in his maw the tail lengthening and deadly spikes jutting from the tip. The scales that covered his entire body had grown darker in color if Haruka was still around this would be apparent if he could see through the chaos ensued by his blast a deep blood red was their current hue. As the white light receded to two spot on his back intensifying and a moment later two spouts of red flame form taking the shape of two large wings. Bone sprouted from his back fitting to the shape of the fire which proceed to fade solidifying actually int a pair of blood red wings. Sharamir’s muscle mass had increased to nearly 300 pond in total, each of his scales made twice as strong and now as thick as a normal mans hand. a pair of jagged horn would protrude a foot from his skull. His eyes had closed the force his body had went through was abnormal for transforming he pulled it off and his bones now were both thicker and stronger. His rage had turned cold still there but his mind was acute on destruction which spelled trouble for his opponent if he was still in any condition to fight.

His body wasn’t the only thing that changed his symbiotic bond with his weapons allowed them a new form as well. As he straightened himself even through the settling sand and debris the blinding light of his Stsaki now Jil Stsaki, meaning Twin Suns. They showed this name a nomal being looking at them directly would be blinded near instantly, but only temporarily. The blades of the weapons had lengthened to about 6 feet and into a scimitar shape looking like two overgrown fangs almost. Along with this whimsical marking flowed from the hilt along the flat of each blade, power emanated from the weapons, but they were nothing compared to the transformation of Z’ar. Its new name Z’ar Welun a fitting meaning of new moon bestowed his trusty weapon, the blade in his tail had grown to an intimidating 8 feet now an entire foot in width. bringing his tail up above his head the blade moved leaving behind trails of darkness and an after image of itself. The transformation was complete, Sharamir opened his eyes letting the blue flame that replaced the old one show. His Deathbringer form was reserved usually for a war like situation but the anger his opponent had invoked pushed him farther and would continue to do so undoubtedly. The dust would finally settle and a haunting visage stood in the silent guardian’s place, Sharamir didn’t necessarily like the appearance changes but the increased abilities such as strength being doubled and the unlocking of some of his fathers powers were a great asset.