Unaru took a moment to ‘farm aura’ as the kids on the bus would say, hopefully a bus that crashed. Lysander had been just been hit over one-hundred times and now his draconic foe stood alone in the courtyard with his jacket billowing on his shoulders, everyone thought he was dead, only Unaru knew the truth and merely shot his own shadow a scathing glare to keep it in place as the rest began to fleet into the darkness where his vampiric opponent gathered his wits. Where the sound of bones breaking and snapping and painfully rearranging themselves echoed out until even Willy Wonka began to wonder if he had been better off surrendering rather than summoning a fiend like this…

It was too late.

“[color=green]You invented a third Sage Form?[/color]” Unaru said, sounding almost surprised for a moment there. Almost surprised until the moment Lysander appeared behind him tall and lanky like some awful bloodsucking wendigo, with slate gray skin, and promptly swept the dragon’s leg out from under him. Unaru had, up to this point, been almost impossible to catch off-guard and even though everyone was shocked at the sudden appearance of the new Lysander he had in truth been watching it take shape in the darkness without so much as a blink. And he was still caught off-guard. His legs were still swept out from under him leaving him staring at the sky and more importantly staring at that long leg dropping down on him like a guillotine, it was all he could do to bring his arms up, absorbing the impact on his forearms even as the back of his skull hammered into the concrete and all at once the beleaguered courtyard finally crumbled beneath them.

Lysander would fall with him but Unaru would hit terminal velocity a lot faster as he shot straight down into the depths past bursting pipes of chocolate until he emerged in the weird underground candy garden with a chocolate river that Wonka had trapped his first victim in so many years ago. [b]KRASH[/b] went Unaru’s broad body as he slammed into a hill of candy grass and shot up candy earth. Grunting between blenched teeth and furrowing his brow but he refused to go without a fight. Emerald arms had emerged like a shadow of his proper limbs, brawny crystalline limbs, wrapping their hands around Lysander’s calf while it was still extended and whipping him around on his own momentum until he was shot towards the opposite end of the cavern—

[color=green][b]THE MIGHTY ELEPHANT TWISTS ITS ANKLE ON THORNY BUSHES[/b][/color]

—Or as Lysander understood it, it was just a dragonscrew legwhip. Just a move that viciously wrenched a mans knee one-hundred-and-eighty-degrees like it was trying to pull it from its socket. Unaru didn’t expect it to do much but give him time. Some damage for his arrogant opponent to gloat over shrugging off as he climbed out of the debris now a good foot taller than he had been before. Broader and more muscular than ever. His skin having turned a shade darker than it was and the streaks of grey had peppered his hair when they first met beginning to glow with an emerald light. Unaru’s teeth seemed sharper now, his eyes had a more reptilian slant, and one those forearms the first hints of scales could be seen breaking through the tanned flesh.

“[color=green]Not bad…[/color]”