Enuma and his brothers were barely utilized for missions requiring physical combat, they mostly went on reconnaissance missions, sabotage and espionage. Their fight against Mike was the first in decades where they had to physically fight, and the first since their creation to be pushed this far.
There had been no drive to evolve, and no urge to grow stronger, but all that changed with their encounter with Mike Thawnfield, an unknowing host of the powers of an obscure god.
They all had heard Enojar's voice and understood what their master meant. They needed time. The largest of the team ran forward, a rhinoceros looking thing with lightning abilities. A ball of lightning rose above it, releasing streaks of lightning at Mike, hoping to sizzle him or at least slow him down.
Mike's protective field was enough to shield him from the blows. He stood there unmoving, and awaited the collision with the juggernaut.
The beast reached him and it arched its massive nosehorn to stab Mike. The human held out his hands and stopped the creature in its tracks. There was a mighty force behind that hulky body of it, and Mike struggled under the weight of the collision, his feet dragging back against the soil.
Enuma and its brothers began their ritual. Enuma was going to be empowered at their own expense. Ghostly purple apparitions poured out from the mouths of the beasts and crawled towards Hesk. They were terribly transparent, and seemed to have no form nor organs save for the purple lines that outlined them. They crawled like lizards do, bearing two pairs of legs, a long large tail and a reptilian end.
Hesk raised his head up, his jaws ajar, and the purple creatures jumped into the crevice in his face. His fiery eyes lit purple, and the flames that burned across his body momentarily took a purple hue.
Hesk was forced to lower himself, arch and howl like he had never done before over the power he was supplied.
Six of them he consumed. Then he heard sounds of tears. Fur, skin and sinew tearing. It was a hellish pain, but it told of success, of growth. He got on his hind feet, his large tongue out and spluttering saliva. He howled once again, and purple mist oozed out from his fur. Then the flames returned.
The transformation was complete, and Hesk or rather Enuma had tripled In size, standing upright as man did.
Mike was preoccupied with the beast striving to tear through his torso with its horn, but when he sensed a new powerful radiance, he had his chains tear through the creature so that he could see the thing that had been born.
A nine-feet tall thing that looked to be something out of a folklore book. Fur parted in some areas to show the thick large muscles underneath. The creature's jaws were large, and so were its teeth. Mike was certain that he would die to a single bite.
He held out his clenched fists telling of his unwavering decision not to run. The creature screeched, droplets of saliva flew from its infected looking mouth, and then it began running to Mike.
A shapeless blob of earth tore from the ground behind it, and spun as it came down at Mike. Flames erupted about it.
The fiery mass appeared overhead Mike, close to turning him into a charred mush, when his chains lanced into the burning rock, and tore it apart. The two closed the gap and were forced to be physical.
A loud thump and wave was generated when the two locked hands. Man against Beast, both naked, both believed to be the apex of evolution in different worlds.
Enuma opened its mouth, and arched down to chomp on Mike's head. He reacted swiftly, going on his knees, and then, he followed it with a shoulder drive to the werewolf-esque creature torso.
It groaned, however it did not budge from the spot. It held Mike's chest, and raised him—which proved to be easy, and then it slammed him on the ground.
The pain lanced through Mike, but his back most of all. The werewolf struck down both its arms, drumming on its chest.
"Ahhhhh!" Mike cried as the blunt force struck his chest. His force field was still about him, but it only protected him against attacks composed of radiance. His physical might was increased by the energy within him, of which included durability and tolerance. He would have died, with his chest caved in if that was not the case.
The beast's hands came down hard again and struck just as heavily as the first. It was like a giant mallet fell on his ribs with every blow. His skin broke, he bled and could feel his broken ribs.
His body convulsed slightly with the second. The chains arched to pierce the creature but it was away before they could strike. The beast moved so fast that it struck two blows before Mike's chains could respond.
"Just a little push and you are the most powerful beast in Talcaf. How do you feel Enuma?"
"Like I can tear through the forest master."
It ran its claws into the ground, went on all fours, and howled, purple mist oozing from its wicked jaws.
Though the crimson chains were sentient, they relied on the mind and heart of their host. They were slowed as he fought to maintain consciousness, even two of the dozen withdrew, and the ten that remained were sluggish.
Mike coughed blood, he could feel his consciousness fading away. He struggled to keep his eyes open, he tried to stand, but his limbs would not move, not with the hot pain he felt across his rib cage. Several more of his chains withdrew, and then, they were all gone.
He was able to raise his right arm. The suns were out and hot, and if his situation was any different, perhaps if he was at the beach back at his city, he would be able to smile at this. His hand seemed to hold the sun.
Then it fell, and it was all black for him.
"Yes!"
It had required great sacrifice but it had come with such a reward. Mike was Enojar's now.