Dente only barely manages to parry Tennor's pursuit. Clearly, Tennor's experience in combat cancels out Dente's own untapped strength. Rasul's attack, however, connects hard, and sends Dente to the floor, although he manages to roll to safety before another attack connect. Gently touching his hand with his right hand, he praises Rasul and Tennor's teamwork.
"Impressive stuff, guys! I knew there was a reason I liked you all so much! It seems I may have to up the ante here, and let me tell you all, I am a bit rusty at this." After finishing his praise, the rest of his body begins to turn into a similar dark blue and black as his arms already were. His skin turns into an armor of sorts, similar to scales; yet his face remains human in appearance with the same sort of armor. His hair, once tied in a ponytail, becomes unkempt. Frowning almost sorrowfully that the circumstances led to this point, Dente addresses the others again.
"I was really hoping things did not have to come to this, but it seems my hand has been forced." A tear streams down his face unbeknownst to the others. "Well, I suppose we should begin then."
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