Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20140203120112/@comment-24344819-20140203182538

Jasic just gave a nod in response and donned his mask. ''Here goes. ''He stepped onto the rune and was teleported to the second level. Immediatly the nausia hit him and he could barely perform something that could count as evading his copy´s ice spike. Jasic pulled himself together and got up. He saw that his copy had drawn two blades and was charging at him. He also drew two blades and charged at it. ''Time to test myself. ''

It was a silent fight, the way Jasic liked it. Neither Jasic nor his copy made a sound. The only thing that could be heard was the ring of steel on steel. It did not matter how fast the copy attacked him, he was fast enough to block every oncoming blow but neither could Jasic land a blow in turn. They where equally fast. The next time their blades met, Jasics right and the copy´s left blade both shattered into pieces. Both stepped three steps back, so that a distance of 6 steps arose between the two opponents. The copy drew a need blade from it´s quiver, Jasic didn´t. He grabbed his blade with both hands, held it at the hight of his shoulder with the tip pointing at the crystaline opponent and sprinted at him with an astounding speed.

The attack seemed rushed, reckless. His left shoulder was vulnerable and in the open. But it was a trap. Should the copy fall for it, it would stab Jasic in the shoulder, and he would in turn deflect the other blade, kick his copy of balance and stab it through the heart. If the copy was smart enough to see the trap, it would have no other choice than to back away and take Jasics oncoming fury of blows head on.

But it did something entirely different.

It slightly changed it´s stance and opened it´s mouth. WULD! It shouted in a voice, that could not be human and rushed past Jasic in the blink of an eye. When Jasic whirrled around he saw his copy change: It was as if more crystals grew out of his opponent, it became bigger and bigger, twisted, it´s hands turned into crystal claws, it´s head and face into a crystal snout with big, razor sharp, crystal teeth.

Bigger than an alpha, quicker and stronger than any other werewolf in Tamriel, it´s eyes where glowing with a burning, crytaline blue. Jasic looked up at the monster, that was his copy and bore his resemblance.

He sheathed his blade and started to transform too. When he was done the contrast between Jasic´s great beast form and the copy´s couldn´t have been greater. The size, proportoin and form was the same, but while the copy was whitely crystaline and transparant, the original was covered with fur, darker than the darkest black, with burning red eyes and a more vicious and raging nature to it.

The black beast let out a roar, so strong and terriying, that it knocked Kira of her feet. The black beast and the copy striked out and the black beasts coiled up right claw met the copy´s left. The force of the impact sent out windblast, that almost knocked Kira again off her feet. She raised her arms up to shield herself from the wind, and when she lowered them, she saw that there where cracks running along of the crytaline monster´s left arm. The copy managed to land a hit with his right claw in the black beasts face but that only got it fired up more. It grabbed the copy with his claw and smashed it into the wall of the second level, then, the black beast´s right claw, sunk itself into the copy´s chest, while the left grabbed its legs.

The black beast lifted the copy off the ground and threw it with it´s back first onto the floor, breaking it into a thousand pieces. A crystal appeared out of the vanquished copy´s body but the black beast didn´t care. It wanted to hunt real pray, made from flesh and blood and bones. It turned to the party and made a step towards it. Under a great effort of willpower Jasic managed to forcefully transform back, preventing the worst. In a vain effort to grab at least one, the black beast held out its hand but while transforming back it shrank and turned back to normal, as did the rest of it´s body.

Jasic sank on his knees. He held out his hands as to not fall face first onto the floor. He was breathing heavily. His mask slipped of his face and fell to the ground. Now he was looking at it from the front, and it looked back. Almost...i...almost...

Jasic felt like he could feel the others staring at him. He couldn´t see them but in his mind he could imagine their looks. Some afraid or terrifyed, some estranged, some disgusted, some disturbed and others just shocked by what they saw. He got up, picked up his mask, put it on, then walked over to his crystal. After that he stepped onto the rune and teleported back to the others, his head lowered, awaiting the judgement of the pack. He didn´t even feel sick when he was teleported there.