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Your heart is pounding furiously in your chest, the fire within spreading out into your limbs. Your eyes flicker over to Garlic, pupils narrowing into slits as your body automatically filters out everything but him. Conscious thought recedes to the background as predatory thoughts sink into your mind, watching the bulging veins in his body as he struggles to rip Kami off of himself. Your muscles start to tense, your out of control energy stabilizing within your core and concentrating itself. When he finally succeeds and frees himself from Kami, holding the older man aloft by the throat just like he did Popo, your body moves before you even realize it.
As fast as lightning itself, you burst across the room on all fours and launch yourself towards Garlic, jaws coming down on the wrist that holds the Guardian with immense force. Your fangs sink in deep, and you can feel the bones in the Makyan's wrist shattering from it. With a scream of pain and surprise, he slams his fist into your head to release your bite, flinging you away from himself. You land on all fours with the agility expected of a tiger, and start sprinting towards him once more, claws outstretched. He throws Kami towards a nearby wall with his monstrous strength once more, embedding the Guardian in place so that the betrayer can afford to focus entirely on you. Your approach is faster than he expected, and your first strike rips across the left side of his face and tears flesh and muscle alike, though he's quick to start parrying and deflecting your next few strikes, grimacing in pain.
You subconsciously draw on your magic power, spawning into being three other copies of yourself that swiftly work together with you to overwhelm Garlic's defenses through feints. You break past his guard once more, drawing both claws down his chest and forcing him to blast his energy all around him to dissipate your clones and send you flying back again to give himself space. He gathers an orb of red energy into his uninjured hand and throws it forward, a beam of his energy pouring out from it to try to overwhelm you, and your hatred only grows. You roar out in anger, your energy manifesting as a concentrated gout of plasmic fire that meets Garlic's beam and starts to push it back, burning his own energy up in the process and intensifying from the added fuel. Soon enough, it overtakes him entirely, and you can't even hear his screams of pain thanks to the roar of the fire consuming his form and scorching everything behind him.
