"...I...Really?" Magnus asked, breaking the pose he'd taken on by lowering his hammer. The tip of it hit the ground with a dull thud. "You nearly kill someone, and then just because someone steps in to help, you give up? Really?" He sounded disgruntled, and in fact, almost disappointed. Transformation was a complicated process, and the fact that it had all been for naught was sort of disappointing. But on the other hand, there would be no more blood shed. He looked at Sun, giving him a 'well this was lame' expression, half-hidden by his helmet. 

In the background, Tiberius' locked-up armour finally rebooted. He fell forward with a loud thud, and with some grunting, pushed himself off the ground with the help of his axe's handle. He noticed the others had stopped fighting, and to avert the risk of being attacked by all three, who had taken on some much more impressive-looking forms, he deactivated the weapon and slid it into its resting place on his back. He proceeded to reobtain his dropped pistols, which were both also holstered, before he approached the others.

He stood, silently at first, before lowering his head. "I'm sorry." His voice was slightly mechanized by his still-rebooting armour, so he decided to retract the helmet. It folded away from his head face, but remained on the sides of his head and the lower part of his jaw and neck. He revealed himself to be a somewhat older man, with dark skin, hair, and eyes. "Your...friend, the animal. I thought he may have been something else. It's...sort of a long story." While he was still giving Racky some uneasy looks, he admitted that his hostility towards the beast had so far been unjustified. Whatever a 'crab' was, maybe they weren't demons. God only knows what they were, but demonic they apparently were not.

Under his breath, Magnus grumbled as he began to put his weapons away. His hammer nestled into its resting spot next to his shield, and his sword was halfway over his shoulder when he noticed something approaching. In the distance, a multitude of armoured figures were coming in their direction. At least a dozen, clad in black, honestly impractical looking suits. They were moving in disturbing unison, and it was very obvious that they had visuals on the group. The one ahead of them, a taller figure with a pair of impressively curled horns coming from their helmet, opened what Magnus had thought was the helmet's faceplate to let out a shrill screech. The group began walking faster, drawing weapons and readying spells.

"Well," He said, stopping mid-sheath to instead rest the blade on his shoulder. "Looks like we're not quite done." He stepped away from the others, and when the demons began to run, raised his sword once again. Another bolt of lightning struck him, and he stabbed his weapon into the floor once again to activate whatever magic it was that allowed him to change the first time. As the circle that formed at his feet raised over him, he underwent a few more changes. The cloth of his surcoat was replaced with a flexible armour that hung over his hips and legs, textured much like a dragon's skin, as were his pants and gambeson. The cloak on his back underwent the most impressive change. 

The split ends of the cape crackled with electricity and began to float, glowing with light as they shifted into the form of feathered draconic wings. When the wings formed, a burst of lightning flowed through them as the light that had overtaken his body faded. They folded behind him, and he drew his sword once more. His previous state was apparently not a full one. Gren had evidently not been impressive enough to warrant this one's use.

Tiberius stepped forward as well, his helmet closing around his head once again. His onboard AI began to speak as it went through his own suit's enhanced form. "Multiple threats detected. Activating Righteous Fury." His body's mana began to flow freely, as the heat vents on his suit exhausted a cloud of flames. The armour of his suit began to shift around, taking on a somewhat sleeker form as they flipped, turned over, and covered the places that had previously consisted of exposed undersuit and coat.

His backpack unfolded more armour as well, giving him a pair of larger shoulder pads, machine guns mounted on either side of his head, and a pair of guns that clicked into the bottom sides of his gauntlets. From these guns, a set of chainsaw blades also emerged. And to finish off the change, the collar of his armour folded up over his helmet, as did a section of the backpack. They created a single-visored, large helmet with a vertical slit. A bright red glow began to emanate from below the plating. If the others were going to take on more impressive forms, it was only fair that he did as well.