With his own magic, help from a time travelling brit, and a great deal of luck, Viscerous had managed to send out a challenge through all space-time, inviting anyone to seek him out for a contest of strength. He was tired of restraining his power for so long, seeking an outlet for which to unleash his full might upon. Today seemed as though it might be the one, and Viscerous could barely contain his excitement. In his message he had included his own time and position on Earth. He knew someone, somewhere, in sometime would answer. In the meantime while he waited for his response, Viscerous prepared himself. He removed the short sword from his person, discarding it with its scabbard through a portal he opened to the Backyard. Along with the sword, he also removed his limiter belt, tossing it through as well. At least in the Backyard they would be safe from the devastation to come. After the removal of the belt, Viscerous could feel his body changing. He screamed at the excruciating ordeal, as it always remained painful to change form. There was a flash of light around him as his body shifted completely. The ground upon which Viscerous stood had been pushed down into a small crater, though Viscerous now stood taller than before. His height rose to two and a half meters, and his skin had turned to glistening white scales. A tail about half his height in length had sprouted, and large wings, double the wingspan of his arms, protruded from the backs of his shoulders. His body retained all its proportions, though his legs were now digitigrade, fingers and toes tipped with claws, head too changing, elongating to form a short snout filled with razor teeth, with two horns growing up and back from above the holes that were now his ears. His clothes lay in a pile beside his feet, having fallen off during the instant Viscerous's body became mana before reforming. As with the sword and belt, Viscerous deposited the clothes through the portal and into the Backyard, leaving himself only with his primary sword. As soon as Viscerous laid his fingers upon it the blade wreathed itself in each of the five elements, forming a vortex of magic which extended double the blade's length. Now armed and ready, Viscerous surveyed the area around him. A blizzard had been whipping around for a while before, though the weather was calm now in the Antarctic. The clouds began clearing and Viscerous was left in the vast tundra, under only the light of the stars, though casting the brightest light around via his sword.