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Nexus sneaks into the bar quietly, finding a table near the warmest part of the bar. "I guess that this will have to do as a binding point..." He said to himself, pulling a small stone from his pocket and placing it in a socket on the back of his glove. "Hmmm...my seventh binding." He commented, admiring the other six stones bound to his gloves.

A loud demonic roar shattered the air outside of the bar. It sounded far away, quite a distance. Just a few moments later it sounded again, closer. A sudden crash from the ceiling as a large body came falling down feet first having broken through from the force of impact. The raftor beams attempted to slow its descent to no avail as they too shattered under the weight. Only the floor was able to stop it but not very well. Denting and splintering in as the massive force crushed it with a loud banging sound. The same demonic roar heard outside bellowed off inside as the dust cleared. Hunching over with his knuckles against the floor Yawgmoth's glaring crimson eyes looked out. But they were different. Larger, more focused and more angry. A low snarling sound coming from his chest.

Yawgmoth stood upright though still slightly slouched over as the rest of the dust settled and he was visible. Lots of things were different. The first and foremost being he was big, really big. His muscle mass and just size in general seemed to have tripled or something. His fingernails had become longer sharp talon looking claws. When he balled his hands into fist they even dug into his own flesh causing him to bleed slightly in his palms. Roaring again as he reared back raising his hands in the air he showed the inside of his mouth to have much much larger canine teeth and indeed every tooth was just as sharp and dagger like as before. He was like a beast of some kind. He slammed his fists together in a clapping motion with a such a force it actually created a shockwave that rammed forth into a wall and crushed it inward. Without so much as a blink in hesitation he slammed his fist into the closest piece of furniture and destroyed it. That seemed to be th e entire motivation of his movements. Just senseless chaotic destruction. No real target, no real reason to any of it.

His crazed crimson orbs turned to look at her approach and when she got too close the deep snarling sound riled up in his chest again. Luckily for her, her posture gave the signal off to him in this state that she was trying to back down from him. At one point his arm moved and it looked as if he were going to strike at her but he instead shifted his position and leaned forward a little more, relaxing. Still, those eyes never moved from her and kept themselves locked watching every bit of body language. One wrong signal and she'd be in trouble.

Aside from the grotesque and certainly unnatural growth and muscle development there was nothing physically wrong with him that would be visible to the naked eye. He snorted in her direction dismissing her or something. Feeling she was not a threat the growling sound ceased and he lumbered towards the kitchen door. Unfortunately the bar was in his way since he was much too large to pass by it. Clenching his fists he raised them and with a breath did the impossible bringing them down. He crushed the bar, exposing the metal underlying that he himself had helped install so many years ago as the wooden exterior shattered and splintered. Part of the bar now lay flat like he'd taken an aluminum can and smashed it against bricks or something. With no obstacles in his way he moved towards the kitchen door but stopped and seemed like he was going to be sick. He wandered back over towards her and started to tip over like he was balance. Finally, he fell onto his left side with a thud and slowly started to shrink back to normal size. The talon looking claws retracted, his teeth shrunk back to normal size..well...what was normal for him and his body mass and just about everything came crashing down to his standard looking red headed form.

A loud groaning sound followed by the phrase "Ow ********. What the hell did we do!?" he said coming to. He was barely up to sit up but when he did he crutched his hands. "Our whole body aches and our hands...our hands feel like we punched a tank over and over for hours" he complained. Of course he made the mistake of trying to stand only to fall down with a grunting pained sound. Even the muscles in his legs felt weak and like they were on fire. "Jesus ******** mothering christ" he shouted in anger. "Everything burns. What the ******** did we do!?" he said groaning aloud again in pain trying to stay still and calm down.

Taking a deep breath he nodded as much as he could stand to move his neck. "Yes, we do." he replied. "We only remember trying to figure out a way to increase our strength using only what we could manage to control with our body. And then we blacked out. And woke up here. We're going to take it that from what you said and from what we feel, it worked.....sort of." he said with a half grin on his face.