What Tiber told Atrox was that he should make a show of the fight and struggle to win it. So when the possessed man ran at him, he intentionally made his reaction slow. He saw the man raise his hand for a punch.
Possessed Apki punched Atrox in the face so hard he slammed into the wall, shaking it and breaking through with a crack as the wall crumbled. Atrox felt the pain like a small sting from an insect—the pain from making a hole through the wall, that is. His cheek stung hotly from where he was punched.
He messaged his jaw. "That's painful."
The possessed man laughed. The darkness in the room surged forward, but it wasn't merely dark; the darkness now had illusory white streaks rolling through it.
The tide of darkness covered him, and he breathed it in. Immediately, his muscles shifted, and bones cracked, crunching as they reshaped. He grew taller, claws slid into his hand, and his eyes nearly disappeared in the folds of a now bulky face.
