User blog comment:The Reptile King/The Battlefield/@comment-28144855-20160525161000/@comment-27950421-20160529210724

"Heh... not bad," my voice speaks from out of the dust.

The dust begins to clear showing that I had caught Aros fist with my left hand. However my left hand is no longer that of a human. It is larger amd more muscular having ripped out of my sleeve. It is covered in scales that ate colored as if scorched black then splattered in blood and rust. Extending out from each finger extending put into large saber like claw.

I shove Aro away and look to my claw, "I actually had to use my real arm to stop that attack."

I turn to Aro with a serious expression, "At this point, I'd say that both of us are nearing full power. However, I have to warn you now. You are not the first Hakaishin that I have fought. There have been Hakaishin that have died on these very claws. If we continue this it'll be all out. There's always the possibility of one of us dieing if that happens. So, do you want to continue or call it draw?"