"Are you on his side or mine?" Leo could not help but frown.
[Obviously on your side, master!]
"Then shut up!"
Leo narrowed his eyes, "What the hell is he doing?" He muttered to himself.
Before his eyes, Gartok's silver fur began to rapidly fall out, replaced instantly by a thick, bristling coat of glowing, reddish-white hair. His muscle mass doubled, then tripled, tearing right through his thick leather combat harness.
His spine arched backward at a sickening angle, his bones cracking, lengthening, and reshaping with wet, heavy pops that echoed down the tunnel.
And then, with a nauseating sound of tearing flesh and snapping cartilage, his ribcage split open.
Gartok let out an ungodly, agonizing roar as he literally grew two more pairs of arms. Four brand-new, massive limbs burst from his sides in a spray of blood and amniotic fluid. The limbs were covered in the same reddish-white fur, their fists clenching with terrifying, raw power.
