His body began to change, growing impossibly big, muscles expanding at a terrifying rate. He felt the sting of the Guild bullets as a few wild shots found their marks. His shirt, unable to contain his expanding physique, shredded as he grew, until it hung in tattered strips from his shoulders.
There, that’s better.
He chomped down on the cigar in his mouth, settled the top hat – now ridiculously small on his oversized head – and glared at them. “Who’s first?”
– Twisting fates
Finally, all done! And in time for the weekends tournament at that!
Avatar Seamus on a custom base made out of green/gray stuff, plasticard and some old pistol and knife bits.