[b]Sable Rhodroth - [color=red]WRETCHED ONE[/color][/b]

"I don't know what the hell has gotten into you," he told the mask man, his crimson flames erupting over his body as the phantoms were summoned. "But I won't hold back," he growled, his voice straining. 

He hadn't noticed but ever since he had eaten that fire from earlier, his body had felt odd. It actually felt... hot. As if his very core was bursting with energy, boiling his insides and magical essence. It was weird but his gut literally cringed, sending him to the ground in a frenzy of clenching muscles. Something he didn't have the time for at the moment. His fist crashed into the earth, deep veins spreading out from the impact and etching themselves into the side of the cliffs around. 

He growled in pain as the flames around him engorged  and spread outwards, racing towards the many phantoms in the form of a immense torch, Sable being the wit powering it. The very island shook with his overbearing rage, and he couldn't explain it but it was like all his sanity was being consumed by fire 

"I- I... I can't-" His words were consumed by a vicious roar, his flames clearly visible from afar.

The massive fire ceased to exist as he reigned in control, leaving remnants licking the blackened earth and cliffside. Glowing brown slants peered out towards Enda, a scaled patterned laying around his eyes as he stood up straight. His gaze was notably feral and cold, a great difference from his usual expression. With a single step, a blade of fire raced through the cracked ground and towards Enda. 

"This strength... I'm five times, no, at least ten times stronger than before. But how?" he wondered, oblivious to the flames drifting from his body but keenly aware of his heightened senses.