(Oh my god, so sorry I haven't posted yet! I thought the post I made went up, but apparently it didn't!)

Herriman looked over at Mifune. Fool him once, and all that. The flail-arm continued developing, until it resembled the end of a ball and chain flail. From his collar, a growth of flesh and bone protruded like a neck-guard, and his ribs distended and jutted out through his skin, widening forming a secondary layer of bone and chitin to protect the vitals in his chest.

The blade of Setrak warped and twisted, lengthening into something more akin to a single edged sword than an axe. From Herriman's feet, a steady pulse started to shake the ground five feet around him. With every pulse, the earth around him twisted dramatically (like the reflection in a carnival mirror) before returning to normal. "Come to me, samurai." Herriman said, twirling his sword in his hand.