The wait would itself have been annoying were Jason not a predatory creature, used to such delays, ever-patiently waiting for the prey to show itself and its weak points. And reveal itself his prey did, after maybe a minute of Jason standing around and breathing in the stale air and smell of old crops. His and his companion's extra sensory capabilities picked up the man first, long before he entered into view, a faint but complex network of electrical impulses bounding towards the scene where battle would be held. Jason kept his eyes closed until his enemy entered a range at which the Shapeshifter could hear his approach.

Sharp green eyes watched the bear of a man with an indifferent expression that could only be described as totally, utterly [i]bored[/i]. A well-built body, surely after years of honing it, beginning to stretch and limber up and yet all Jason did to react was watch neutrally. Gauntleted arms crossed as some part of him wanted to walk away from this strangeness in front of him, but he gave no outward indication that he was anything but indifferent to his opposition. Already, Jason's gaze flicked to various parts of his adversary's body, not in admiration but in cold calculation. The fact that his man was so proudly and thoroughly displaying his form and physique only served to allow a latent predator, a dormant wolf, a good look at his prey and any potential weak spots.

[color=navy][i]... Does he even know I'm here?[/i][/color]

But finally the man straightened up, finished with his exercises, and looked directly at his somehow-still-there enemy, an armor-clad teenager. An eager joy and warmness not fitting the situation or bearer was plain as day on his face, to which Jason could only raise an eyebrow to. He would have snorted at what he could only describe as naïveté were he not just wanting to get the battle started. He of course displayed none of his growing impatience, simply giving his enemy a cold smile in return. Some were simply too enthralled by bloodlust and the thrill of battle, he supposed.

The moment Gonad opened his mouth, the crack of lightning interrupted him.

It seemed that Jason's impatience had somewhat won out, or perhaps he wasn't in the habit of recognizing that his opponent was attempting to converse with him when both were [i]clearly[/i] there to fight, most likely to the death. A bolt of electricity arced straight for Gonad, a seemingly simple enough attack that probably served to mask what them happened immediately after- no, near-simultaneously. The boy took a step back, away from Gonad- and suddenly he had grown, the golden armor transforming with him so that the protective horned crown now framed the head of a black dragon. Wings that were suddenly somehow there beat against the muggy air and stagnant dirt and crisp wheat as a fully-grown dragon took to the air.

He had to restrain himself from setting the entire wheat field ablaze.