Magnus' sword, thankfully, was much stronger than an ordinary steel weapon. However, even the strongest metal would eventually falter beneath a constant battering, so he broke the deadlock with Tiberius' axe by shoving it off to the side. The chainsaw edge of the weapon impacted the ground, sending up a flurry of dirt, and Tiberius himself responded by backhanding Magnus in the chest.

His augmented strength sent the knight flying away, and with a hefty tug, he pulled the axe from the floor. Another squeeze of the handle sent the chain roaring, flinging the excess dirt off as he approached the fallen warrior. Tiberius rose the weapon above his head and swung downward, and Magnus blocked the strike with his blade once more. Another deadlock began, but this time, Magnus changed the game up. Sparks of blue lightning spread over him, through his sword, and into Tiberius' weapon and armour.

"Electrical disturbance detected. Attempting to initiate shock prot-t-t-t-t-t-" The armour's AI shut down, darkening Tiberius' vision and locking him up in the heavy suit. He stood statue-still, and Magnus rolled away from beneath the axe's head, climbing to his feet steadily. He turned and looked at Sun and Gren's fight, catching it just in time to see the blade-armoured warrior take on a new shape. Beneath his helmet, Magnus frowned deeply, and began his approach.

When Sun landed, Magnus stepped in front of him, pointing his weapon at Gren. "You there, I don't know who you are or what your problem is, but I'm not letting you take a life today," He shouted, his tone of voice taking on a loud and defensive tone. "Unless you can take mine first."

He pointed his sword skyward, and from beneath his helmet, a bright blue light shone. Sparks of electricity surrounded him in a cloud, and a bolt rained down from the heavens to impact his blade. With a quick movement, he flipped the weapon over and stabbed it into the ground in front of him, and on impact, a glowing circle spread out from his feet to surround him. The gem in the weapon's handle glowed brightly, and the circle began to rise.

Magnus released the sword as light surrounded him, forming over the necklace on his chest and spreading throughout his body. The dirt that covered his armour burned away, and from the light, he took a new silhouette. His armour was changed, no longer the previous silvery shade it was, now pure, clean white. It bore the aesthetic of a dragon in outline and detail. 

Fluted metal was replaced with scaled design. Clawed fingers and toes replaced his blunted gauntlets and boots. Short spikes lined his pauldrons, which were now equal in size. His helmet's visor changed to resemble that of a dragon's jaw, revealing the lower half of his face, and a pair of fin-like extensions rose from the back of his head. And from his back, more light came, forming a white cloak that split at the bottom, resembling angelic wings.

When the transformation ended, Magnus took hold of his sword's handle once more, and pulled it from the ground. He outstretched a hand, and his hammer and shield lifted themselves from the ground to come to him. He mounted his shield on his back, and took the hammer in his hand, letting the weapon rest on his shoulder as he began his approach towards Gren.