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Light rainfall carpeted a dark and lonely alleyway nestled between apartment buildings and smaller businesses and stores in what should otherwise be a bright and warm summer afternoon. Sounds of the city echoed above the cool droplets of water hitting against the ground. A stream of the fallen water crept along the sides of the buildings, pooling in locations where over the years an uncountable amount of droplets falling from the edges of hanging stairways or edges of the structures created a depression in the concrete ground.

A lone individual wandered down the alleyway, staggering, and hurt. Garoozis was his name, and he was a monster created for specific intent, and that was to fight. The reptilian creature was not only a beast, but gifted with the mind of an intelligent warrior, giving him the proud categorization of a beast-warrior by his creator. Clad in minimal armor so as to not diminish his dextrous movements it consisted simply of polished steel, and with the pieces being equipped only to the shoulders, bracers for the forearms, and plating for the legs. He had even donned an almost decorative waist plate which served double to keep decency. Seeming to be near a perfect warrior in design, a further step had been taken, and that was with gifting him the head and strength of a dragon; with arms flexing and bare chest billowing he could cleave just about anything in two with a double-edged axe that he carried in to battle. His unique spiraled horns along with three spikes down his face and others taking suit along his back gave him not only exuded an aura of ferocity, but one of absolute power and ability to fight any adversary which dared cross him.

All of the monsters, including himself, were quite aware and self-conscious of their creation and their purpose. The use of magic in the world waxed and waned like the swinging of a pendulum, for the powers of these creatures were called upon in what they saw as that predictable swinging pattern. Originally used to wage wars so that their creators would not have to bloody their hands, the monsters were kept contained within chiseled slabs in their very first incarnation. Over the centuries they would make steps to where they could be summoned but contained in fields, to a point where they were mere phantoms. In today's age, the modern era, they could be simply called forth from small pieces of paper and ink. The world was dominated by technology, yet the denizens of the planet saw this sorcery more as a way of recreation, and such it became a competition to summon and control these monsters for a short due. Hundreds of unique monsters were in circulation, but Garoozis found a niche that not any creature would wish to be in.

He was still too weak to be of use. Looks mean nothing to monsters created by ancient sorcerers, and he was clearly nothing more than an early experiment. The pride of a dragon is a task in and of itself to try and sate, but combine that with an strong warrior mindset, there would be no reason to live than to fight. Yet fights Garoozis always would lose, and he had lost a battle earlier in the morning which hindered more than his pride, but effected his very ability to ever fight again. Nothing else would be in his mind except for what had happened earlier in the morning.

Kept curled in a fetal position in what was similar to a sphere, all he knew that before summoning he was protected in a stasis. When the time arose, and he heard his name called forth, the magics which bound him in a dimension of solitude broke free as he crawled forth in to the world of his creators. The world now seeming so much more casual, with his wizard-masters wearing simple jackets, blue jeans, or cotton shirts. He was currently owned by a anthropomorphic Bengal Tiger. Garoozis did not know his name, but knew the wizard was young as was evident by the attire, yet was still proud to fight for him... for a time. The tiger learned quickly of Garoozis's massive weaknesses, and the pride-shattering words of 'weak' were often shouted by his master or the adversary wizard. The beast-warrior would be bested in combat by stronger monsters, ensnared by traps, or fell to other magical forces which this game called forth time and time again.

Summoned forth he was brought to the darkening alleyway as clouds slowly rolled overhead in that morning. It was a plain field, but Garoozis noted there were hidden forces laying upon the field; traps or magic waiting to spring forth to aid or hinder him. There was neither time or reason to think upon anything but the fight, as he was commanded to strike the wizard on the opposite side of the field. Brandishing the axe in both hands, and with a wicked smile, he had lunged within the air to slice down upon the other sorcerer. This wizard, a gray wolf, wore a simple white robe which had an elaborate black star shown upon the front. Some of the wizards did seem somewhat eccentric, or so Garoozis always thought in the back of his mind. The draconic creature could feel his heart racing with excitement to attack directly, and to someone who seemed to be of high standing.

"Ah, so predictable... You've activated my trap card; negate attack!" The nearly-stricken wizard announced.

Garoozis froze in mid-air with his axe mere inches away from the smug face of the wolf. The world around hovering lizard distorted dramatically as all the colors rippled, and he felt all strength being sapped from his body. A swell of energy focused around his hands, trying as he might to throw the axe down, he could not do it. The energy which, quite literally, negated his attack would proceed to dispel in a silent blast. Colors of the world lapsed from his eyes as the distortion vanished in a whoosh of wind, sending him back to where he had been summoned, skidding along the ground upon his back. Unharmed, the magics which affected him had completely vanished, and he took no time to right himself up and face the wolf who had just finished placing a card within his hand from the deck attached via a leather band to his wrist. The tiger, from behind, could be heard letting loose a deep sigh of annoyance.

"Oh would you look at this. A monster in my hand, freshly drawn, that doesn't require a sacrifice. One that isn't weak..." The wolf calmly stated.

One of the weaknesses that the axe wielding lizard possessed that he required a sacrifice of another monster to be summoned upon the field, for his original creators at the time considered him too powerful an adversary to simply bring forth. This was in the beginning when the magical control was thought to be too weak and stronger monsters had not been even imagined.

"Come, Luster Dragon, show this kitten what a real monster is!"

Upon the playing field on the wolf's side a dazzling light shone forth in a wide cone originating on the ground. Flashing from white to purple and back again a creature began to take shape. The light fading to a more fitting blue, it could be seen that a fairly mediocre sized dragon whose scales appeared to be made of sapphire. It stared down at Garoozis, awaiting orders, as he just stared back with amazement and with knowledge in his mind knowing that he could not best the monster, nor could he defend from it even if he was in such a position. Shifting his stance so that the legs were bending down while hands clutched the handle of his axe, he stood awaiting the inevitable assault which would send him back to his stasis.

"Wait! I give up!" The tiger shouted while putting down a hand upon the deck which was attached to his wrist similar to the wolf..

Widening his eyes and looking back at his master, Garoozis's mouth gaped as he realized that this was more than just a succession from the battle. The so-called Luster Dragon realized this as well, for while it may have been a monster and a full dragon, all of the creatures created were very much self-aware and able to comprehend complex situations. Luster Dragon gave off a quiet and worried yelp as it was yanked back in to it's own stasis in a flash of light, and all other magical properties of the field blew away with the wind as though they never existed. The duel had been forfeit yet the beast-warrior remained on the field.

"You're right. Garoozis is weak. In fact he's so weak that it's almost pitiable. I may not be the best at this game, but there are some monsters that should plain not exist. They are old, insignificant, and outdated. I understand this. I may as well now do the world, and myself, a favor..." The tiger exclaimed in an annoyed fury with words that struck down any and all self-worth Garoozis had previously attained.

"Now wait a moment, don't be hasty. That monster hasn't disappeared off the field yet! That might mean..."

But it was too late. The card which Garoozis was bound to had been ripped down the center from left to right in one clean twist of the tiger's wrists. Garoozis dropped his axe to the ground, for the first time he could ever recall, to reach out towards his master. The deed had been done, for as the simple paper was ripped, there released a small magical portal which dispersed in a small puff of white smoke. The two pieces of the card dropped to the ground unceremoniously and with a heavy flop.

"Weakling... be gone. To think how I tried to build a deck around such monsters as yourself only to be disappointed."

The corresponding monster to the card fell down similarly while clutching his chest. Heaving and sweating with widened eyes, all he could see was the world becoming a blur. Looking to the side, he was able to see as the left hand not only looked blurred but was literally blurring. Taking one last heavy sigh he could feel as the world around him ceased to be, and any feelings of existence were ripped away from his senses.

"Yet I'm still here... a weakling... no! No, I am not!" He thought to himself, pounding a fist against the brick building to his left. "I can't be..."

There was a scar which was across his chest, and one which throbbed every time he made too strenuous of a movement; the sealed cut which marked itself across his pectorals being symbolic of the card which was ripped earlier. The wound didn't appear to be open, and in fact looked as if he had gained it years ago to have it healed by now, but it felt as if it had happened just a couple minutes ago. Such an affliction, almost akin to a curse, only made him further his feeling of being weak.

"They do say the weakest are the ones with greatest potential." A deep voice murmured in response to the sad sight of a half-dragon creature slumped in pain.

That voice whispered from above and from behind Garoozis. Swinging his body around would have been completely silent of a matter had it not been for the axe blade grinding along the cement, for it became too much effort in his mind to lift and convinced himself that he was not worthy to properly wield a weapon.

"Show some dignity, weakling. Carry your weapon and be proud."

The unknown figure said with a visible smirk. Garoozis looked up just in time, but before growling, couldn't help but realize that he had just been thinking about his axe. He just stood there and looked up at a person standing on top of a break in a stairwell looking down at him.

A black robe was donned by the mysterious person, so he figured it must be another eccentric wizard to wear clothing out of the norm, but this one also kept the hood raised up and over his face. Generally such an appearance gives the impression to others as untrustworthy individuals. Only a gray furred muzzle was seen sticking out from the hood, two whiskers coming out from behind the nostrils and what appeared to be blue scales along the ridge of the muzzle. The hands wrapped around the railing from which he bent over had a slight glimmer at the tips of them; the black claws pointed and amusingly kept in pristine condition. Gray fur covered a long and thick tail, slowly swaying from left to right while lifted partially in the air, of which had a white mane going down to the tip to end in a large fluff.

Garoozis thought of the person as being a dragon, and yet he had never known any wizard in the current day to be of such a species. From what he knew they were an extinct race and only existed in the monster cards and were considered by the creator-wizards as being perverse to nature itself. The thought of being spoken to by a species which the monster that was meant to attack him in the last battle brought a spark of rage, and particularly due to how he had talked down to by the stranger.

"Good, you're angry. Now you'll listen to me perhaps. I always hate trying to tug at one's emotions, but I find that if one is able to illicit an emotion then you can control them."

Warrior and beast blood together made for a volatile combination, as Garoozis knew well. Not only was the hooded stranger insulting on the pride of a warrior, but being spoken to as though he were just an animal and easily controlled made him angry. Clenching his fist tight around the handle of his axe, he would bring it up and hold it as though ready to stride through a town after a victory, and with the idea of making chase to this foolhardy wizard.

"So you are free, I take it?"

A glare would be given to the stranger up above until the words were deciphered past the surface; what seemed to be an insult of was simply nothing more than the person helping him realize that he indeed was free. He couldn't even believe that he felt angry over talking of being controlled, as he had been controlled his entire existence. His axe was held high, for reasons simply that his mind was being drawn away from any pain in his chest. Somehow, for some reason, the supposed dragon up above made him feel comfortable.

"It's because you are strong. Well, actually, I should say you have the potential to be strong. Right now, of course, you are nothing more than a weak little lizard. Almost like dressing up an anole with papier-mâché armor as a show-and-tell object for a child's classmates to see."

Nodding in agreement would be all that came out of Garoozis from those words. He was weak, and he knew it. He always tried to deny it, or at the very least fight through the weaknesses. Denying the pain of the words would be foolhardy, but he kept himself poised proud. There was nothing to be proud of, however, which made him question just what was the point of this being up above showing himself.

"Before that, just remember... what happened to you only a couple hours ago."

Blinking a few times the beast lowered his head. He actually hadn't thought about it, other than that he was essentially here and it was now. There was darkness, and yet he couldn't open his eyes for fear of being blinded by light. There was a bitter cold, but he couldn't keep himself from panting and wanted nothing more than a drop of water on his tongue. It felt like it went on for eons, and it caused him a great deal of anger just recounting such sensations. The grip on his handle grew all the more harsh, yet the cold metal of the axe was made to withstand any form of pressure.

"Never mind those feelings, think about what you're doing now! Think about that... chill you feel."

Squinting his eyes he thought it strange to think about something that was cold. Twisting his wrist to the side slightly to look over his axe and hand, he wouldn't find any reason for enlightenment. That was, however, until he realized: his hand was indeed warm against the cold of the metal axe warm. Not only was it warm, but there was something else inside of his hand, something vibrating almost. Lifting his fingers slightly and moving his arm he could feel that vibration leading up along his arm. He stared for a full minute at the bicep of the right arm before his eyes went wide and he fell to his knees.

"Yes, realize what you have become."

Words from the person above came through as a haze, as his heart raced faster. Wait, a heartbeat, that was the vibration. He and the other monsters were easily controlled by living creatures. Monsters from magic were not alive, and had no heartbeat. Recovered instantly from pain, and the fake emotions instilled to keep them under control were just that: fake. Monsters were not real, and yet here he was! He had a conscious, a heartbeat, could truly feel, and was able to take to heart the emotional feelings left behind from right before the magic binding him to the card was dispelled from the tearing.

"You only felt for each other because you were of the same energy. Magic, controlled, but nothing more than disposable energy."

Garoozis recalled the look on Luster Dragon just before being sent back to the stasis, and before the match had ended. The beast-warrior clenched his eyes, and it struck him well that those were nothing more than programmed emotions; nothing that couldn't have been predicted. Was this why, despite exhibiting pain, those who played these games cared nothing for the monsters which would 'perish' and 'revive' time and time again?

"But you are now in control. You always were. You are one of the first."

He remembered a collection of thoughts coming forth just after being torn. This was something he had felt before. Thousands of years ago in terms of time that the dimension he was summoned to would have gone through. He had been given life before, and that was from the original wizards. He was weak, because he was made to be real. The axe he wielded had tasted actual flesh of his victims. Energy which he had been borne from condensed around the paper which was torn on the ground from hours ago, and the memories are just like the ones from thousands of years ago. Bringing himself up from the ground, confused and worried, but trudging on.

"You've been locked away for some time, Garoozis. Entwined explicitely with the pseudo energy these 'mages' control, but you are not a copy of the truth. You are the truth. Still, you are weak. That changes today." With those words the hooded dragon suddenly flicked his wrist to shoot something down towards the awestruck Garoozis.

Barely able to react as he finally opened his eyes to look upwards, visions still swirling in his head of his past and what had come to transpire, he would be struck dead center on the tip of his snout by a light piece of paper which accomplished naught but bouncing off the green scales. It was a card. A style of card that Garoozis was very well able to recognize, for it was the same style which held him and was used to be controlled. In the time which he used to inspect the card, he would come to look upwards once again to find that the dragon had left the scene silently and swiftly, as though he had never been there.

Looking over at the card he wasn't quite able to discern anything of significance about it, for it appeared to be just a simple playing card that would otherwise been used in the game. He recognized it solely as being some form of direct magic, given the coloration which signified what each card would mean from first glance, but nothing else. In his mind he was under the impression that the image of the would foretell it being some sort of magical augmentation, or perhaps something meant to build up and combo for another monster due to the runic symbols and circular structure it possessed while apparently on some form of stone tablet. Giving it a soft squeeze and letting out a sigh he'd just hang on to it in the same hand as he wielded his axe. At least this way it wouldn't ever get lost, for if nothing else, he had only let go of his weapon voluntarily. With that he lifted the shaped steel with a underlying sensation of joy and anger, for he realized now the sweet of life but at the same time bitterness to the fact his weakness was the very reason for being.

Clouds from above began to break free after the rain showers had ended some time between meeting the hooded figure and now. Shadows from the buildings became less exaggerated which gave realization that it was likely some time around midday or slightly after. Mixtures of anger and joy once again flooded him once the scales warmed slightly to the touch of the sun's rays, and yet they were indirect and scattered due to the natural tendencies of simply being in a tight alleyway bisecting a city block. Wanting to feel the light directly there was no reason to stay at the location of his melancholy birth and made his way towards the exit and in to a street.

Sparse cheers were all that was heard. Garoozis recalled the method of movement in this day and age of the wizards had been through some form of smoke producing vehicles, and knew well the sounds they made and where they traversed. Stepping out from the alley to have the light glimmer upon his polished armor and pristine scales he wouldn't have even noticed despite that being the reason for the emergence. To his right, just down the block and in the middle of the road, there was a small crowd that congregated, and one which he sought to find the meaning of if not for any other reason than he had no reason. It didn't take long for him to realize it was the game he was created for. He never realized that the world which he was made to fight in took a game so seriously as to stop all traffic in what he assumed to be an area of traffic.

"Holy shit, check out that guy." The rear-most bystander said while prodding another on the shoulder.

It obviously didn't take long for Garoozis to be noticed by the crowd. By average he was at least two heads above the general populace, and with shining armor it wouldn't take much for him to be noticed.

"Here I thought the robed duelists took their pastime too seriously. That guy's costume take the cake though! Still... why would he pick such a weak monster to dress as?" Another would comment in what was in a tone of pity and awe.

Such a comment brought nothing more than a swift glare from Garoozis, and severely lacking in any of the general standards of simple etiquette, promptly kneed the casual dressed fox to the gut. The crowd was neither particularly condensed nor highly populated with there being an open path to the white robed individual playing, and the kinetic energy transferred from larger being to smaller caused for quite a stumble. Garoozis gave an immediately confused expression as to why the fox had been pushed back so far. After all he was weak and he knew it. The beast side of his brain took the better of him and in quick judgment ruled that this must have been some form of mockery. Stomping forward as the crowed dispersed slightly to allow him through unhindered.

Garoozis watched as the fox was unable to regain balance until smacking against what appeared to be a wolf in the white robe. The wolf nearly fell forwards from the transference of kinetic energy between bodies as the fox was at least able to stop from falling. The wolf swatted in annoyance and seemed ready to bark an order for the fox to back off before he noticed, before turning around, that the beast-warrior was right there walking forwards. Garoozis stopped in his tracks as he now recognized the wizard before him as being the one who he was tasked to attack before the demise of his card. The wolf turned to face and point at his adversary who was seen about fifteen feet down the road; being a husky dressed in business attire and likely just on a lunch break from work.

"You! Hah, really, is this what you've resorted to? Cheating? While using such a weak monster as well, stashed in your deck somewhere? How did you even manage such a thing, to have a monster try and attack me directly like this?"

There it was again, that word: weak. Garoozis clenched his axe and lifted his lips in a silent snarl. A warmth emanated from his hand which held the card and weapon handle but he paid it no attention. It was rare that a wizard stopped his attack dead with a trap like what happened earlier, but he realized that this was the only one which made a purpose to call him a weak monster.

"How has the battle not ended, though... tampering with the system is automatically detected no matter what happens and the battle should be forfeit. Hah, I guess the developers realized the weakness of such a monster and concluded that even with lowly tactics such as this it couldn't do any harm." The wolf realized as he looked across the playing field as a monster of his own and one from the opponent's was all which had been visible.

No. I am not weak.

"Wait, did you say something?" The wolf clearly asked the husky across playing field.

Hear me. I am not weak! I am not weak! I refuse! Stop calling me weak!!

Garoozis closed his eyes with long tail lashing back and forth behind him, knocking anyone who had decided to stray too close off their feet. A twinkling white glow could be seen shining forth from the cracks and edges of his fingers which held the handle of his axe. An influx of magical energies was detected by his frame, and he knew the sensation well: it was a form of equipment. Despite the empowering magic he wouldn't have relinquished his thoughts that he kept repeating to himself.

I am not weak! No longer, for I live! I breathe! I am not weak! His eyes half closed as he raised the axe-hand up, but not in a position posed to strike. It was telling form of pure dedication which bubbled forth only through the method of being tormented and finally allowing the anger built within to be released. Energy from the magic card had been strong enough to be felt beyond the monster. The wolf looked to be ready to say something, able to note the pseudo sensation of actual power which the technology of game gear emitted, but before anything was said, the monster gaped his mouth.

"I am not weak!" In the first time since his creation, his mouth had opened and true words were spoken.

No monster had been gifted the right to speak, and in what would be seen as a miracle in any other mood, Garoozis was seeming with rage. The energies had continued building to a point that those not even in the duel were able to detect the genuine magic which built up. Air around him began to warp and spin frantically just above his head. A phantom image of the card which was given to him by the hooded person appeared just above his head. He knew the card now, upon usage, and it was that of Megamorph.

With a silent blast the would be a purple ring which appeared from where the phantom card used to be. Slowly it circled above Garoozis's head before rays of light shot out through its diameter to begin forming the same symbols seen upon the card itself. Growling and closing his eyes, he brought up his empty left hand to hold upon his axe which was hoisted parallel with his body to the front. A slight wind began to kick up from around his feet which blew away from him in waves. The circle of purple light descended down upon his head and seemingly vanished. With his closed eyes, however, he was able to see himself in third person and from the front as the entire world turned to darkness. Smaller rings which mimicked the shape that Megamorph embodied grew forth from his own body around the wrists, knees, and neck before wasting no time and moving to what looked as though to be scanning his body.

Power flooded through his body near instantaneously at this stage. Lowing his arms to the sides of his body, with the left hand poised upwards and keeping fingers curled with the other being quite the same yet holding on to the axe, he let loose a roar up and towards the sky. The strength flooding through him could not be contained, and it felt to be shooting forth from beneath every inch of his scales. Quickly and noticeably his body bulged outwards and upwards. He felt the muscles inside his body knotting together before letting loose and flexing simultaneously. Held up only by the forces which subjected him to such physical fallacies. He could feel the snout on his face extending outwards while every breath he took held a greater volume of air. Toes curled downwards to pierce through the concrete of the road they still clearly appeared longer than before as the foot followed suit and the leg which was connected would be seen swelling to be soon comparable to that of a tree trunk.

The weakest ones are the ones with the greatest potential for power. Remember everything that seen in life, and all of the atrocities which I created. That was when I had been restrained, yet that was when I was weak. I will not be weak. I will be strong. I will be free!!

Thoughts slowly played through his mind as he recounted the hooded dragon from earlier in that day. Pumping himself morally his body followed suit by already doubling in size including the armor adorned and weapon held firm. The Megamorph circles slowly worked their way towards the center of the beast-warrior; making their way up the arms and legs as another large incantation spun forth and outwards from the waistline. Garoozis felt as if he would burst through the shell of his scales at any moment, as the musculature bulged with such ferocity that it almost hurt to keep his armor upon his body. The five story buildings on either side of him in the city street scaled only twice his size at this point. A perfectly shaped shadow crept across the playing field which the game was taking place only to create a silhouette of the draconic figure raising in to the sky.

More. I require more... this isn't enough. I will not be weak. I can not be weak! I am destined for this, and I shall conquer just as my creators intended me to do! The time is now! Megamorph, bind yourself to my very soul, and give me strength!

As his thoughts passed so would the command to the magic which blessed his being. Each of the rings spiraled and shrank until they became no more. Garoozis took a sharp breath inwards as his eyelids spread apart and his pupils constricted. Air around him visibly distorted as a force pushed away any living creature that was in his immediate person. Every second which passed there was a force exerting away from the core of the reptilian body. His muscle visibly pulsing outwards in the clearly defined rhythm. Foot upon foot of raw power was packed inside of the body as it yearned to stretch free, shooting him upwards and outwards. With a twist of his wrist, due to twitching tendons unable to adequately hold the influx of power, the weapon came in direct contact with the building right beside him, cutting from the bottom as it and its wielder grew upwards. He had surpassed the height of the buildings on either side in mere moments. Final bursts of energy rocked through his spine as sinew and muscle gained a new proportion on the already physical fit beast-warrior's body. Shadows cast down from his form allowed for an even greater exaggerated illustration of the size he had now acquired. Looming above the street and the scrambling city-goers below, he exhaled slowly with eyes closed while the magical forces went in to dormancy; the beast-warrior now seen purely a beast with his over six building stories in height.

I'm not weak.

Garoozis opened his eyes after thinking to himself just what this actually meant. Being greeted with individuals pouring out of the buildings to either side of him the street had become a flood of chaos. Interestingly enough, as he noted with a raised brow, that the duelists were still standing there in shocked horror. Evidently they were either too stunned to do anything or simply had too large of egos to concede defeat to the other before running for their lives. Quickly scanning he noticed something of great concern to him, and that was the monster which the husky had summoned on the field. It was Cobraman Sakuzy; he remembered the name well and particularly held dear the inferiority complex gained from losing to the monster which in terms of raw strength dictated by cards he should have been stronger, yet lost from magic. With no fear being felt and absolutely no remorse he raised his right foot. Similar to lightning striking down from the heavens he would land said foot down upon the street dead smack on top of Sakuzy. The resulting force caused a miniature explosion of raw energy to create a miniscule indentation within the concrete, disheveling the foundations from the road to send small chunks of it flying outwards in every direction. None of the fleeing members of the city were caught in it, for most were at least smart enough to run, but what was felt would be the squirming body of the reptile caught beneath the appendage. There was no sense other than that of utter joy from smashing out of existence the shield-bearing man-snake and the resulting squirms felt from the reptile being wedged partially between two toes and the rest of that foot. Everything felt so real that it seemed like a dream, for before this he was not truly alive after all.

A poking annoyance suddenly pegged against the back of his mind. Down below, beneath his legs and perfectly between them, there was the robed wolf who had been laying on his back. Likely knocked right in the face by the debris of the shattering road, his nose was bleeding ever so slightly while he stared upwards at a glorified albeit perverted sight; the armor around Garoozis's waist certainly unable to protect him from wandering eyes by what he now saw as miniscule cretins dotting the landscape. What the wizard had attempted, however, was to use a trap from the game field which had been set in an attempt to ensnare him: aptly named Spellbinding Circle which made comatose any monster that had been targeted. Not only that but there was evidently a beefed up Petit Dragon, as adorable a sight it may be, trying to attack at Garoozis's left ankle. Such insolence wouldn't be left standing. Having true physical feelings had to come at a price it would seem.

Grinding his outstretched foot down against the ground to ensure that the Cobraman had been properly accommodated, Garoozis quickly bent down to swat just above the ground to where the miniscule dragon-monster feebly assaulted on foolish command of it's owner. Dispelling the slowly widening wisp of smoke that Spellbinding Circle created, it having become evident to anyone who took the time to realize that Garoozis had transcended beyond that of the rules which were dictated for the game. In a barely calculated trajectory the palm of the hand smacked fully against the yellow and legless dragon poking at the ankle. Locking the fingers together to form a tight fist, a pitiable squeak burst from the mouth of the little dragon. Raising the relevant hand slightly above his face, he stared the terrified smaller dragon straight in the eyes as the fingers locked together all the tighter.

I remember you. You were the little monster that killed me one time... I was trapped, by Spellbinding Circle, and you were powered beyond belief by magic equipped. I remember that.

Opening his mouth in what was meant to be laughter from the cruel irony which had befallen Petit Dragon all which came out was a ear splitting roar. Hot breath boiled from the gaping jaws with saliva spattering across the little dragon's face in long and thick strands. The reverberating sound caused any of the normally extremely resilient glass to shatter not soon after the stress cracks showed themselves. There was a certain sense of humiliation that next to no one would ever hope to fathom as there is being bound helpless for something, when even at normal size, was less than half the size of you completely obliterating you. Garoozis wanted to taste revenge, and he wished to know how truly sweet it could be. Dazed and confused from the befuddling sounds that blasted around Petit Dragon, it made no retaliation to being quickly flicked within the still yawning mouth of the beast-warrior. A loud clack signified the sealing of his mouth as well as the little monster's eventual fate. Having landed right at the tip of the tongue, Garoozis flicked the mouth-muscle simply to snap the little monster from the daze to bring to light the situation it was in. He was in bliss. Sensing tiny fluttering movements of the little one's wings trying to take it to freedom it was cut down quickly by a quick swat of the tongue. Wet dragon hide from the saliva made it surprisingly easy to control something small when it was inside of his mouth, but Garoozis simply wallowed in the glory of how he made a monster struggle just as he did physically and mentally as it bore down upon him in a fight which happened months ago. Chewing just slightly gave him another edge of control that, while he didn't actually bite down on the tiny treat, it did juggle the dragon back and forth between sides of the mouth. Raising the pressure inside the cavernous muzzle significantly, a swell of salivary liquids collected upon a partially raised tongue to trap the morsel and prepare it for the final action. Tilting his head upwards the muscles at the back of his throat constricted as the air and liquids inside the mouth were forced by suction to the back of the throat where an iconic gulp resonated outwards, and thus sending the helpless dragon downwards to the awaiting gut. Garoozis felt every last moment of a small bulge traveling along, unable to make physically distend his neck. It finally hit him at that moment: power was his, and true power.

"This... he isn't a hologram any more. How is that even possible?" The wolf had thought that, perhaps, all of this was sincerely a part of some hidden bug in the programming for the game.

Garoozis wasn't in any mood to answer, or even listen to anything that would have come from below. Chances are he didn't even hear it above the chaos already having been wrought forth, but he decided it was time to be on the move. Looking over the cityscape he couldn't quite decide where the next destination should be on that note. Taking long strides he would have no regard to who had been below or who could dive out of the way. Most individuals were able to escape, but the lack of quick turning mobility that many vehicles had when on a city street would be their own demise as either of the two feet came crashing down on the metal. The one thing he did notice was the satisfying crunch of metal which resulted from such. Each step taken left a sizeable hole in the ground fashioned to the shape of his feet with stress lines arching in every direction through the concrete.

His axe wouldn't have went with out it's own sort of glory, however, as he carelessly swung it along with his gait; acting the part of a oblivious child not realizing the effect of his actions. The sharpened blade sliced through the glass and metal of the apparent stores and tall business offices which silently lined the street for so many years. Debris would be sent flying in against the foundations of the structures, and if struck with just enough force and at the correct angle, would create a short lived domino effect along to the other buildings just behind it to increase the scope of destruction. The reptilian tail swung to and fro with every step Garoozis took ensuring that devastation followed what ever the axe left behind or the feet missed.

A plethora of flashing lights caught his attention which came from below. It looked as if a group of people wanted to stand up against him, or so he assumed, as was noted by the barricades and the cars acting as a support to such. A line of individuals stood in a battle-ready stance, holding small arms fire with some having higher caliber equipment. Some of the vehicles looked like the machine-monsters he fought from time to time, only seeming much less threatening with their long treads and stubby barrels jutting out of the front. The two entities stood staring at one another for some time, tanks and weapons pointed at the reptile. However Garoozis figured in the back of his mind that they weren't necessary for gaining vengeance which at the very least was what he wished to seek. Stretching his leg forward to simply step over the meager defense was enough of a violent action for the commanding officer to bark an order of attack.

Halting mid-stride Garoozis would suddenly burst out in laughter while bullets ricocheted against his shining armor or bounced harmlessly against the bulging muscles being protected by the natural armor his scales gave to him. Explosions from the larger weaponry did nothing more than to create shadows along his perfectly formed body, further exaggerating the depth of the muscles along his front. The small nips the weaponry brought forth had been focused on the foot, of course, as it was the closest target to the officers. Turns out that, to their dismay and the beast-warrior's surprise, he was ticklish! It was something which he had never experienced in his eons of a lifetime, and it was overwhelming. Many of the assailants were able to watch as one of the tanks screeched as the metal folded in upon itself as the foot came crashing down upon it. Other vehicles and people were sent barreling through the air as a powerful force of air and shaking ground came from the impact. Stumbling forwards Garoozis's clawed toes effortlessly punted away anything that stood in their paths, plastering anything below up against the scales to be met with so many other objects already having been trampled.

However he most certainly was not ignorant to the true intentions of the little people. It took a surprising amount of focus for him to compose himself after having been brought down to his knees simply by his intense laughing session. Many of the individuals persisted in assaulting him the moment they were up on their feet, but Garoozis wasn't phased in the slightest. Carrying out his own agenda, he swung his axe to his left in order to cleave through the centers of the buildings before shoving his elbow in against them to manipulate the pattern in which they fell to a slight degree. Not only did he cut off any possible reinforcements, but laying himself down on his side, he created a little nook for him to lean in against the rubble. He found it to be fairly comfortable by the look on his face.

Being parallel with the ground gave the people a much more definitive scope on just how tall he actually was, for on his side and being closer to the ground gave much more direct of a comparison between vehicles and even themselves. Garoozis seemed quite proud at how humbling his body could make the populace feel, for there certainly isn't quite like any other feeling than looking at a creature whose abdominal muscles are larger than they are, and if just looking at one of the segments of said muscle. With out wasting much time he would have swiped a hand down against the ground, but certainly not in an attempt to smash anything. Instead he would have grabbed any unfortunate souls that happened to be in the prospected grasp.

The beast-warrior had to wonder, at this point, just how different other monsters were compared to the people of this Earth. They seemed to feel the same to him in touch, and yet he knew the monsters he attacked were simply illusions. While raising his hand upwards, able to sense bodies squirming between the clenching fingers with individuals pounding at his fist for freedom, it seemed like even the emotions were the same. Whether it be the creators or the monsters, it seemed as though they were one in the same, but just one was meant for the real world and the other was meant for captivity.

Let's see how they like being in held in an inescapable prison as well...

Elevating his hand all the higher, he would finally release his hold upon the people captured in the hand. Those on the outer edges, having just barely been scooped up, fellow down to the ground below in what was thankfully for them an entirely survivable drop. With his palm open to the air there had been only a couple remaining individuals. Garoozis cared not for what ever fear they may be experiencing as he carefully picked up one of them with his free hand, clenching them between the white claws. He wished to make apparent the conditions for those who wished to defy what ever free reign he wished to take advantage of. Opening his mouth, he dangled that unlucky person for near half a minute to ensure all around was able to fully grasp the image; the monster was in control, and for once the so-called 'wizards' would be at his mercy. Dropping the person, he able to draw comparisons between it and another beast-warrior which looked similar to a powerful brown ox but with out the battle armor. When the bovine was felt landing against the tongue Garoozis snapped his jaws closed as though a trap had been sprung while aimlessly reaching for a second victim.

"No, stop this Garoozis, this is insanity!"

His hand stopped just as it was about to snatch another from the palm as he heard a familiar voice. Looking down, he could indeed see an orange and blacked striped tiger that was quite commonplace for him. His former master had come to the front lines of his wreckage, somehow making it past the slight barricade he made with the fallen buildings. It surprised Garoozis enough for him to simply freeze in place whilst his hand faltered and sunk to the ground, allowing the two remaining people to frantically roll and jump off the green scales.

"What are you doing, Garoozis, this isn't what you were made to do. You were a proud beast-warrior, not a-"

Garoozis cut short what was likely to be some speech, or he figured, that was to have him feel pity for his actions and to cease it all. A retaliation was at hand, and he began rearing his head back ever so slightly whilst sucking in his cheeks. Not a moment much later he expelled what ever was in his mouth, being namely the brown furred ox which had been simply soaking in his mouth. It was very much like an artillery shell being shot down, as the creature had been encased within a globule of saliva which shot out the liquid like an explosion. The projectile missed the tiger by a good margin, but the resulting spray of the viscous juices was enough to knock the tiger off his feet. Giving him no time to recuperate Garoozis brought his hand down once again, picking the tiger up between two claws much the same as he did to the ox, raising the orange furred creature in front of his face. He could hear the tiger sputtering and coughing, trying to catch his breath and regain his bearings.

Bringing the hand closer, Garoozis opened his mouth ever so slightly once again. He wasn't going to be ridiculed for his actions once again by the same feline that earlier tried to destroys his very existence. Rage boiled inside of him, but he kept his calm much unlike what he had done with Petit Dragon just a little earlier. All that came from the gaping jaws was a stifling warm gust of air meant to encircle the tiger. The grunts and whimpers of concern pleased Garoozis in a way that he even admitted was sickening in terms of morality, and yet he couldn't bring himself to care. Extending his tongue forwards he would use the muscle to slowly stroke from the bottom of the tiger to the top in a slow and torturous lick. A second time his tongue arched forward to grind against the clothed furry body, but still the taste of the tiger was there, and it tasted all the grander with the previous application of his own saliva. He discredited his former master's flavor as simply being the taste of revenge, which as he found earlier, was indeed exuded a spectacularly sweet flavorful sensation. Pushing the slimy flesh up against the furred body a third time warranted a soft chuckle, for he could feel the tiger actually fighting back. Feebly fighting, granted, as the kicks and aimless punches being thrown were just absorbed and dispersed by the soft tissue. Releasing the tiger, finally, the furred creature would fall and trip just to fall flat on his face upon the wet tongue which constituted his new ground. Tilting his head backwards while keeping his mouth open, Garoozis took careful note of the tiger's location so as to note accidentally swallow him just yet. He wanted the violent master to know what it was like to have freedom be just within grasp for it to never be obtainable. Shifting the tongue around allowed him complete control over the miniscule body, toying with it, allowing it to come just barely over the back edge of the muscle and in to the eager gullet.

Playing with his snack for quite some time led to a great deal of boredom however, as no one from below would seem to try attacking him again but instead just watched. Deciding to end it soon and just follow through with the rest of his rampage the tongue arched upwards. Willing to at least give his former master courtesy of seeing the daylight before being sent down kept the mouth agape. Just before the swallow he paused and listened, as something came ringing in his ear. They were definitely words, but they were two words that were being repeated incessantly.

"I'm sorry."

They were coming from his master who was teetering over the back edge of his tongue. Willing to play along and finding this as a source of possible extra entertainment, he wiggled the tongue just enough to help get the tiger back right on the center with his mouth wide open.

"I'm... sorry. I didn't realize I was possibly killing a living breathing being. Garoozis, you and all the rest of these cards are supposed to be just a game. Nothing more. Please, just end this madness, I bet you..."

Then use me in battle again.

The tiger's words sounded sincere, albeit rather quiet and squeaky, but Garoozis took that due in part not only from fear but from sheer size differences. He responded accordingly, but in a way that took even him by surprise. He had to question why he would want to be used again in battle. Was it for his own pride? He was a warrior after all, and well trained. In a way with him being giant in this manner there was nothing left for him to truly accomplish. All the while he was mulling over the thoughts he had been idly playing with the being on his tongue, folding the muscle over and around it, with no true intention of causing grief at this moment.

"You want to be in my deck again, as a card? But you were so... urk!"

His words were cut off by Garoozis's tongue suddenly squeezing down upon him; the tip folding upwards and squashing the tiger down against the tongue. The beast-warrior was in charge, and while the tiger may not know about any change of heart being thought in the reptile's head, there was still the matter of one's life and countless others at stake.

"Alright, fine, you can! In fact I promise to use you at all times possible during any games, and I'll be sure to give you any and all attention I can while keeping you on the field and alive."

Utter joy surged through Garoozis's mind that he could barely contain himself. He wanted to do nothing more than cheer, and for what reason he did not know, for it ultimately met being imprisoned, but it was what he had been created to do. The emotions got the better of him, and with out even thinking, he had swallowed the creature which promised to use him again; his mouth having closed as he jerked upright and clenching the muscles at the back of his throat in that moment he did want to cheer. It wasn't even noticed that his once-again master was missing until a feeling of enlightenment raced through his soul. It was similar to an out-of-body experience as his senses were heightened. The colors of the world brightened beautifully as a feeling of calmness rushed through his veins. Everything that he was touching at the time, the concrete, the rubble of the buildings, felt so out of reach and yet was quite obviously there touching him as well. Grasping his axe as if trying to ascertain whether or not he was actually alive, it felt just the same as any other material object.

Everything around him began to grow larger, until he realized that it was him who was in fact shrinking down. He wouldn't have noticed it at the time, but he was glowing a soft purple and white hue, as evidently the magic of Megamorph had not been depleted. It felt as though the colossal power he obtained while as a giant was being contained in his smaller form. Despite this he would begin slowly curling up, as if ready to fall asleep, as he hovered slightly in the air. The form he took on the shape of a large sphere, before it condensed and began taking on the shape of what he once was. His reptilian shape began to meld away in to what was the shape of his master, the tiger. Floating downwards until being just a couple inches above the ground, the light gave way to show the tiger in his entirety. He looked to be completely horrified if nothing else, and and his body had not been given any graces as he was seen being incredibly soggy with strings of saliva and stomach mucous, tinted yellow and green, plastered along the damaged clothing which he wore; the shirt torn from the claws of Garoozis and holes in his pants where the acids had gotten to, and shoes entirely missing. He was holding Garoozis's card, however, as though it had never been destroyed. The name of it had been changed, it could be seen, as 'Mega Garoozis'.