[spoiler]You fücking asked for it. [/spoiler] [i]A soft, grim chuckle left Remy as a thick, black and purple liquid started to boil up from beneath his armour and out of his weapon and shield, dripping onto the ground in thick droplets. The Chosen Undead smirked under his helmet, before a thick curtain of Dark arose around him, completely hiding him form sight. A few moments passed, and a guttural, beast-like roar pierced the air as the curtain vanished from sight. Where once Remy stood, was now a ten feet tall, masculine figure, hunched over the slightly and leaning on a lengthy, eight and a half feet long sword. Remy was.. different. He was standing in a puddle of Dark, with thick droplets continuously dripping down from his armour.. His armour.. He was clad in the armour of the Abysswalker, Artorias, and within his right hand was Artorias' sword. Clenched in his left hand was the grip of a shield.. The same shield Knight Artorias had used. His head slowly moved up, two dark blue eyes peering at Adeline with pure rage, anger, and insanity. Remy had given in to the Abyss, and was now nothing more than a feral beast.. ..if it was temporary or permanent, however.. Well, who knows.. [/i]