"We are many. You are just two. I am but one, but our numbers will overcome you, for your emotions show." "You cannot kill that which is bound to Kol. - My lord, this form does not have it's full arsenal unlocked. They are resorting to tools outside of bare hands!" *The Surrogate's body hits the tree, and a loud scream can be heard from something attached to it as it abruptly uprights, only to end up losing an arm. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mgf8hqS6Xig]This arm regenerates due to something about that pelt.*[/url] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dgl7fIxN_wc]" - - THE SKY WILL BE AS IT WAS MEANT. I AM A SHADOW. MY PATH IS CLEAR. YOU WILL BE BLED DRY. I AM CHROMA IN SERVICE TO KOLDRAXON."[/url] *The Surrogate's form's arms grow a pair of weapons; both that of a Battalyst's and a Conculyst. It becomes a whirlwind of unrelenting Hate. From the sky, a strange shape looms, and things that roughly resemble the pelt have begun to descend. Their energy colour matches the Surrogate. The colours are primarily browns and bronzes, with strange lines of orange. Their heads lack the 'eyes' of common Sentient drones, and have 'eyes' akin to Promethean Knights. These simply hover in wait.* "I will attack in many forms. You do not deserve death for your crime. You broke my arm, and from it shall rise another of - MY KIND - myself." *From the dissected arm, grows another Kol-bound Chroma. The original Surrogate has fully converted itself into something different. Something... ...Sentient.*