It was a dark and stormy night.

Trent gathered his data from the previous fight, which went rather quickly, and turned to face his ally to say something. Maybe a congratulations, maybe to ask a question; either way the thought quickly left his mind as he saw SINN start to spasm and twitch. Trent's eyes widened in both confusion and shock as the scream filled his ears, leaving them ringing from its volume.

His initial reaction was to back off and reach for the hilt of a knife, but something stopped him from completing the action of withdrawing the blade. Trent cautiously moved back over to the smoldering navi, while crouching low to the ground, to see what was happening to his ally. "What is happening to you SINN?" Trent asked.

Streams of liquid from SINN flowed by Trent as he approached the body of the fallen warrior; a hand still hovering over his leg holsters. "SINN." Trent called again.
All the reply SINNBAD could return was anguished cries and whimpers as he struggled against some unseen force that had him pinned to the snow and ice. The heat was subsiding little by little, as the armor became less inflamed and took on a darker glow. The straps that bound a gauntlet had melted thin and SINN managed to rip it off with his weakened flailing. His hand was changed. Gnarled talons stuck out halfway from each finger, skin hanging loosely from where it bit into his palm. SINN's eyes widened in his helmet as he stared at the mutilation.

"Hel-... Help me."

He moaned as his malformed hand reached toward Trent like a zombie.
Trent crouched over SINN, his eyes growing in size as the transformations and the pain filled his senses. He withdrew a knife and slashed at the area over top over the knight, seeing the forces pinning him down. All he slashed was the air. Trent held the knife in reverse grip and slid himself backwards on a knee as he hand approached Trent. He drew his hand back. Trent's eyes narrowed as his hand squeezed the hilt.

"Trent don't!" Mark shouted. "Help him! At least try before you preform a mercy kill!" Mark commanded. Mark wasn't with his worry towards the situation either and pulled up the two knife chips Trent had in his possession.

Trent furrowed his brow and pulled the knife down, holding it by his side, the grip still tight on the handle. He reached his left hand towards SINN's to grab it and pull him up. Trent said nothing more than, "I'll mercy kill if I must."

Mark did most of the kind talking. "What is going on with him? Why is this happening? Can we stop it?" Were common phrases from his mouth.
Even though he was burnt, the hand that Trent grasped was cold and clammy as if it just came out of the sea. A thin piece of hanging flesh rubbed off into Trent's hand as he pulled SINNBAD to his feet. He had to steady SINN as he wobbled, too weak to stand unassisted. SINN breathed heavily as his free hand weakly, shakily, reached for another strap of his armor. The smell of burnt flesh quite strong as he attempted to loosen the smoldering straps. It was obvious he was trying to get out of his armor.
Trent sheathed his knife and started to reach out for the other straps of SINN's armor. He had something he could do to help now, knowing something to help was always a good plan. His hand glided around the chunky metal forms, reaching for leather and trying to remove all of the metal from his body. The smell didn't bother Trent as he set to his work to help SINN.
After what seemed like forever, the armor lay in a heap on the ground. SINN was left wearing a dark-gray bodysuit, burns covering his bare hands, feet, and face. The bodysuit itself had burn holes and tears in some places, giving him a raggedy bum look. His hands and feet were clawed now, the canines in his mouth more pronounced. He was still weak, but his panting was turning more to growls.

"Th-anks."

His voice came through - somehow different. He clutched a hand over his chest, still in quite a bit of pain. A vid-window popped up a few meters away showing Destin's face.

"Good. Looks like he's stabilizing. It might be a moment before he's ready to act."
Trent backed of from SINN was the armor was off and on the ground. He looked him over a few times, noting the differences between how he was before, and how he is now. He even lowered his brow at the different sound of his voice, and took a small gliding step backwards. "Yeah," was the only work he gave in response to SINN's thanks.

"At least he seems to be stable," Mark said, a similar video popping up behind Trent, whose arms were now crossed over his chest, looking the new growling SINN over. He looked so vulnerable to Trent, without his armor and without his weapons. Just stripped to a simple undersuit, it was an odd sight for Trent to Behold of his new ally.

"How are you?" the voice of the warrior rang out in the winter cold. Trent was still suspicious, and for the most part, holding back the expression of those suspicions.
SINN turned slowly to face Trent. Trent caught his eyes first, they gleamed a bit, two dark-gray eyes that seemed to burn like coal. The navi smiled, showing some dagger-like teeth. His hair caught a breeze and blew out from behind him like a cape. As his soiled cape was on the ground with the rest of his armor.

"Freeee."

He half-hissed as he flexed a clawed hand. He turned his face toward the sky for a moment, breathing deeply. His eyes closed.

"I can feel them... Everywhere."

He looked in the direction they were traveling before all this.

"The hunt begins... Soon. First I will rest."

He said before plopping down on the snow.
Trent stared cautiously at the 'new' partner he was now in the company of. SINN had changed. He wasn't the same, even his name wasn't reading the same as his original profile. Almost like a split personality, a Jekyll and Hyde scenario. Granted Trent had no Idea what that story was, but Mark was in no shortage to simply suggest the connection to Trent. With Narrowed eyes Trent watched every action of 'SINN' was making.

"Can feel what everywhere?" Mark questioned for Trent.

Trent made no reaction to the plop in the snow made by his ally. He grunted as he looked around the arctic wasteland that was now left to him to watch over SINN. Trent couldn't left him, as much as he now uneasy around him. 'I wonder what happened and what exactly became of him?' Trent thought as he stared down at the form with his arms crossed.

"SINN are you alright?" Mark asked, still not in the habit of calling him by his new name.
"Prey."

DragonierMan answered Mark. The navi traced a small circle in the snow next to him with one of his index talons. The cold did not seem to bother him even with so little clothing covering him.

The next question caused the navi to cock an eyebrow and frown slightly. He seemed a little irritated at the question of whether he was all right. He scratched the under his chin.

"Even warriors need rest, from time to time."
Trent narrowed his eyes more as he watched the new SINN, something he wasn't sure if he could trust in the same way he trusted before. He took a few short pacing steps around him to observe his new ally some more.

"We're late," rang in Trent's ears. He pulled up some info connections from the PET and saw that he was indeed late.

"It seems we must part," Trent said looking at SINN on the ground. "It was a good bust." Trent saluted and disappeared in a flash of light from the networks.

{JACK OUT}
"Same."

SINN- DragonierMan said before he was also pulled out, leaving behind the trappings of the old navi like discarded snakeskin.

[DragonierMan LOGGED OUT.]