Tristan Vs Stryker

[Stryker]

Stryker watched as Tristan counters the razor wind with dragon force. Humph, what is he planning now.... he thought, glancing up at Tristan. I can barely feel this wound. he thought, watching with a bit of dread welding up his chest as Tristan's sword began to glow. It can't be...Yes it it. Good, I can test my limits here. he thought, smiling at Tristan. "Go right ahead, I've been fighting losing battles since I was born!" he shouts back, anticipating a lot of pain coming up.
 
As the column hit the ground, Stryker was met with a hail of stones, all bombarding him in a wave of wind. Pain flashed his mind, wiping out almost every other thought in his head. How it struck him blow after blow, endlessly. 
His eyes glowed red, and he cried out, before falling to the ground, unable to keep up with the pain. I...have to keep going. Just until... he thought, on the ground as the wave ended. Staring into the ground, he waited, stunned. 
With a single thought in his mind, fueled by the pain, and pushed beyond his limits, he began to glow. Light started out from his chest, where he kept his metal coat for this one reason. To evolve. The light surrounded him, giving him a burst of energy he never felt before. His felt his body changing shape, scythes into pincers, body heavier. Change for the better. Or the worse. a voice resonated through his calm mind. Rising up, the light dissipated, bringing to light a new form.
"Ah, this power. 'Tis what I have been hoping to achieve here. Now let's see about this fight we were about to continue." he said, smiling up at Tristan. 

[Tristan Blake]

Tristan looks at the newly evolved creature before him. "It's good to see you've evolved. At least something good came from this battle.." He thinks, looking to himself with a somber expression. He looks at the New form of Stryker, watching it's metal body carefully before raising his sword once again to prepare for what he hopes is the last attack.

The sword in Tristan's hand begins to glow once again, this time just creating the whirlwind without the column, the stones move rapidly in the air as Tristan keeps the sword raised. With a final jolt of energy, Tristan forces incredible amounts of electricity into the sword, causing it to discharge incredible amounts of lightning into the air. The electricity heats up the stone, and as Tristan continues the discharge, the stones increase in heat so much that the entire storm of minerals turns a glowing red color.

Tristan flies above the storm, not wasting any time in increasing the energy output again. Now the storm is basically a magma whirlwind, with Stryker in the middle of it. Even if the bug somehow escapes the blazing whirlwind, the radiant heat will do enough on its own. Once again, Tristan doesn't release the spell until Stryker has fallen, but before he faints. When he stops, he floats down to Stryker, breathing heavily after such an awe inspiring amount of energy was produced. He waits for a response from the bug type, even mustering a warrior's smile as he waits for something from the bug, anything really. While he waits, he wonders if perhaps he went too far..

[Stryker]

Using his wings to propel him away from the storm of heat, throwing out multiple air slashes before being consumed by the heat. Ah well, at least I tried. he thought, In my opinion I won that. Now way I couldn't lose. he thought, good naturedly laughing before he fell. "Good game well played, now get me patched up. I have some ranting to do, and I'm going to make you listen, nothin' you can do to stop that..." he muttered, mustering up a laugh before letting darkness take hold of him. Last thing he felt was a cool breeze, cooling him down.