There were a number of ways I could hit a place like an Empire fighting ring effectively. With my disguise charm I could sneak inside seamlessly and scout or ambush with near impunity. Popping my Anima Banner inside to devastating effect both from the raw terror it sew upon my enemies and the powerful mutations it brought.
Wings, talons. Those were nice, very deadly in their own ways, but in truth I could be a lot more devastating by simply expanding myself massively. I had two mutations that granted increases in size, with proportional boosts to my strength and endurance. Stacking the two together...
Well if my current strength could be called a 'four' of five, and constitution a 'two', then the effects of both would change that to a 'ten' and 'eight' respectively. Enough raw power to rip a iron barred castle gate from a wall casually, and With Scar Writ Saga Shield passively hardening my flesh, nothing short of anti-tank ordinance would even phase me even without my armor.
But that would both be massive overkill, and show off a number of trumps I wanted to hold rather close to my chest.
~Booooring~
Come on Navigator! It's all about the presentation. If you blow all the big stuff before the real throw down occurs then you don't get the same kind of impact! You don't start a dance in your finishing move. You need proper build up!
~I don't know that sounds like some kind of wyrd logic to me~
...How the hell did I hear the alternative spelling in that?
~Dunno, it's your head~
Right. Not important. Anyway I wasn't like I going to hold back entirely.
Case in point, my entire goal in this was to piss off the empire and damage their reputation and economy.
Best way to do that?
Make a good entrance.
The door went flying in from my charge as I unleashed my epic war-cry "OH YEAH!"
The walls exploded in from twelve tons of angry dog monster roughly the same time I threw my first punch at the mundane yet somewhat beefy door guard, knocking him right out.
Twenty one marked members of the empire, scouted out earlier, maybe half again that in unmarked spectators. Eight people running security or general oversight, most armed with at least a pistol. Dozens of trained attack dogs, mostly geared to attack each other. No capes in sight. The people fighting rings were (disappointingly) in another place. At least this night.
They were so outmatched it wasn't even funny.
One of the Empire goons realizing they were under attack but not yet to exactly what extent they were screwed pulled out a old fashioned revolver the size of my forearm.
I marked him mentally as 'mark number 1' and dashed in my grin cracked wide.
This was going to be a long, entertaining night.
And it'd only just begun.