"Hey Koori.. don't threaten me. You are a tool. You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are not something magical and wonderful. You are a tool. That's it." Fenrir laughed coldly. Spinning, he wrenched his scythe down and into the ground. Sliding it out of the ground, he shot back up behind the underling. "You. Are. A. tool. I don't care if you hate being called a tool. Honestly, your opinion doesn't matter to me. Yeah, I'm a bitch. I know. It's fun. Oh, and by the way.. times up." At this, Fenrir leaped into the air. Dropping his scythe, he began to float up. Oddly, his scythe followed.
Time to activate Rokkr... He thought, before doing as such. His scythe began floating behind him, extended like a tail. Then, his arms and legs exploded. His cloak ripped as his limbic bones separated and stretched out 20 feet, fully proportioned. As the trademark black wind weaved itself around the bones, and formed new arms and legs. They were roughly three feet thick, and lupine in appearance. Not exactly like a wolves, more like a werewolf then anything. His scythe stretched out ten feet, and a tail wrapped itself around the tool. Halfway to full power.
"To me.. you are just something to be used." He roared, before swiping at Koori with a massive paw. The wind formed dangerously sharp claws at the end, the winds inside moving at hurricane speeds. It was going to be like a punch from a truck. A transport truck. It was going to be deadly.