Verst ripped off his mask, his eyes glared. A smile opened on his face. "The name's Verst. Let me change into my fighting clothes." He said nonchalantly. Verst focused, his form lengthened and widened, His smile only grew however as he closed his eyes to focus.
Large horns sprouted from just above his ears. He grew and grew, his small 5 foot form being dwarfed enormously as his muscles bulged, and his armor stretched to compensate. Verst now in a much deeper tone "Let's play..." He smiled once again but it was gone in an instant, he sized up the competitors the demon was stronger but the saiyan looked like he was going to collapse at any moment.
True Form Achieved: PL 231,630
"Hoo... Haven't been in this form for a while." He flexed and stretched admiring his own new form.
Power Level: 33,914/Medium Weights: Active/ PL-15,000
This was certainly going to be a challenge. Worth it. The little warrior wanted their names, and he couldn't help but grin. His eyes turned to the Arosian, and watched the transformation take place. Damn....that wasn't what he needed right now. He was restrained by his own weights, and there was no moon out, and he couldn't use that ability to simulate one. So he was highly outclassed, and injured. But that made this all that much more fun, and worth while. Verst. This Arcosian's name was Verst. Might as well give his own as well. While Verst gave himself a bit of a stretch and admired his own body, Sake decided to speak.
" I am called Sake. So as your not confused, it's pronounced the same as the japanese rice wine. " He flexed his own body slowly, wincing at the pain that was still there. If he was attacked he'd have to deal with it, same as if he attacked them. But for now he hoped those two would tangle first, give him time to recover a bit more. " And what of you little warrior? "