FREEDOM
[The first thing Kiryu felt when he woke up was...strength. He felt...strong. Healthy. Powerful. He could breath, he could feel. He was...he...he didn't know what he was. But he wanted to feel more of it. But he was worried it was a dream.
And then his arm began to hurt.]
Nnngh!?
[It was horrific pain, his arm literally swelling and starting to rip open, along with his shirt, the more he realized just how painful it was. Not because he feared it. No. It was strange that he welcomed the pain. Because he hadn't felt much of anything for some time in his hands, and now, his hand was starting to rip under the pressure of throbbing muscles--]
Haaaa...ha...haha...
[And yet those muscles underneath felt even stronger than before. Even as the blood began to pour out from his arm onto his bed, he felt more energized. It was adrenaline. Not from fear for his life; it was like the heady rush back in the old days with Team Satisfaction. Back when he bowed to no one and knew nothing of the fear that was now ever constant in his life. When he was strong, uncontested.
Back when he was the leader. So he laughed.
He laughed until he roared.]
GHHHROOOOOWR!!
[There is now a rapidly-growing, drenched-with-wet Red Daemons Dragon smashing through Apollo's apartment, and then smashing through the wall which separates the Dressing Room from the outside void that is the rest of the dimension. With another possessive roar, it leaps up, flaring its wings and flapping them...with some difficulty, before figuring out the rhythm. Once that happens, its flying overhead, circling the building and the woods around it as if to say "this is mine".
Also there're now giant holes in Apollo's walls from all of this. What do, people.]
And then his arm began to hurt.]
Nnngh!?
[It was horrific pain, his arm literally swelling and starting to rip open, along with his shirt, the more he realized just how painful it was. Not because he feared it. No. It was strange that he welcomed the pain. Because he hadn't felt much of anything for some time in his hands, and now, his hand was starting to rip under the pressure of throbbing muscles--]
Haaaa...ha...haha...
[And yet those muscles underneath felt even stronger than before. Even as the blood began to pour out from his arm onto his bed, he felt more energized. It was adrenaline. Not from fear for his life; it was like the heady rush back in the old days with Team Satisfaction. Back when he bowed to no one and knew nothing of the fear that was now ever constant in his life. When he was strong, uncontested.
Back when he was the leader. So he laughed.
He laughed until he roared.]
GHHHROOOOOWR!!
[There is now a rapidly-growing, drenched-with-wet Red Daemons Dragon smashing through Apollo's apartment, and then smashing through the wall which separates the Dressing Room from the outside void that is the rest of the dimension. With another possessive roar, it leaps up, flaring its wings and flapping them...with some difficulty, before figuring out the rhythm. Once that happens, its flying overhead, circling the building and the woods around it as if to say "this is mine".
Also there're now giant holes in Apollo's walls from all of this. What do, people.]