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I find my designated place on a high ledge beside Kyra, overlooking the circle. My heart hammers against my ribs, a frantic rhythm that I try to regulate with controlled breathing.Inhale for four, hold for seven, exhale for eight.The technique feels laughably inadequate.

“He will be well,” Kyra says, though her own hands are clenched tight at her sides. “He is the strongest warrior of his generation.”

But strength isn't what's being tested today,I think.It's control. It's evolution.

A roar from the opposing entrance tunnel silences the crowd. Vex enters the circle, and his entrance is a masterpiece of traditional intimidation. He is pure, swaggering aggression. He pounds his chest, his heavily scarred muscles rippling. He adheres strictly to the ancient protocols, his movements a symphony of brute strength. He doesn't wait. With a guttural snarl that echoes off the cavern walls, he shifts.

The transformation is violent and explosive. Bones crack audibly, skin splits and reforms, and in seconds, the humanoid warrior is gone, replaced by a monster of muscle and horn. His beast form is a massive, tank-like predator, all armored hide and forward-facing horns designed for one purpose: to charge and destroy. He roars his defiance, a sound of pure, untempered rage, and paws at the ground, a clear appeal to the tribe's most primal instincts. Many of the warriors on the ledges roar back in approval.

Then, Jaro enters.

The contrast is stunning. He walks into the circle with a quiet, focused calm. There is no posturing, no roaring. He moves with the fluid grace of a predator, yes, but one that is thinking, assessing. He doesn't immediately shift. He begins in his humanoid form, his ceremonial blade held loosely in one hand.

Vex, in his beast form, charges. It's a predictable, head-on assault.

He's baiting Jaro,I realize.Forcing him into a full shift, where Vex believes his superior mass will give him the advantage.

But Jaro doesn't take the bait. He uses his humanoid agility, his smaller size, to his advantage. He evades the charge, sidestepping at the last possible second, his blade a silver blur that scores a shallow cut along Vex's flank. It's a move of strategy, not just strength.

Vex bellows in frustration and rage, turning his massive body with surprising speed for another charge. This time, as Vex thunders toward him, Jaro transforms.

But it's not the full, explosive shift I saw in the mountain pass. It's something new. Something controlled.

His body grows, muscles swelling, but he remains bipedal. His skin darkens to a deeper, midnight blue, and the tribal markings on his chest and arms begin to glow with a soft, amber light.Claws, long and wickedly sharp, extend from his fingertips. His face elongates, his jawline becoming more pronounced, his fangs lengthening. His eyes... his eyes are pure, molten gold. He has manifested the most effective attributes of the beast. The strength, the claws, the heightened senses. But he retains his humanoid intelligence, his ability to strategize, to use a weapon.

A shocked silence falls over the cavern. This is unprecedented. I see elders leaning forward, their faces etched with disbelief and awe.

Jaro meets Vex's next charge not with brute force, but with calculated precision. He uses his blade to deflect the main horn, his clawed hand grabbing Vex's other horn to leverage the massive beast off balance. He moves with a terrifying grace, a perfect fusion of warrior and beast. This isn't just a fight. It's a thesis statement. It's Jaro demonstrating our theory of integration in real time.

Throughout the fight, our bond is a taut wire humming with energy. I feel the echo of his exertion, a dull ache in my own muscles. When Vex's claws graze his side, a sharp, stinging pain blossoms over my own ribs. I gasp, clutching my side, and Kyra looks at me with wide, knowing eyes.

Focus, Kendra. He needs your calm, not your panic.

I close my eyes and push back against the pain, instead sending him a wave of cool, analytical focus. I visualize his opponent's movements, the patterns in his attacks, his moments of vulnerability.

His left side is slower on the recovery after a charge. He over-commits. Use it.

Whether he consciously receives the thought or simply draws on the calm I'm projecting, I don't know. But on Vex's next charge, Jaro exploits that exact weakness. He dodges left, brings his blade up in a powerful arc that slices deep into the muscle ofVex's shoulder, then uses his clawed hand to shove the roaring beast into the cavern wall.

The impact shakes the ledge we're on. Vex stumbles back, his left arm hanging uselessly, his massive chest heaving. He is still powerful, still dangerous, but his rage is making him sloppy.

I risk a glance at my datapad, which I've disguised as a simple leather-bound tablet. The bio-feedback sensors I managed to place on Jaro's harness are transmitting data. His heart rate is elevated but steady. His adrenaline levels are high, but there's no spike in the neurochemicals associated with uncontrolled rage. The Kul-Vasha infusion is working. He's in control.

I look at our heart-bond marks. His is pulsing with a soft, steady golden light. I look down at my own chest, at the mark hidden beneath my tunic. I can feel it pulsing in perfect synchrony, a silent testament to our connection. I wonder if anyone else can see the faint glow through his harness. He seems to draw strength from it, his movements becoming more fluid, more precise.

He's drawing strength from me.

The thought is overwhelming, humbling. This is what partnership means. Not just shared feelings, but shared strength.

The tide of the battle has turned. Vex is becoming desperate, his attacks more wild and reckless. He seems to sense that his traditional approach is failing, that the very foundations of his warrior philosophy are being dismantled before his eyes. Jaro's evolved combat style, his blend of intellect and instinct, is something Vex simply cannot counter.

Jaro evades another clumsy swing, his claws sinking into Vex's uninjured shoulder. He uses his leverage to twist, forcing the massive beast to its knees. The fight is over.

Jaro stands over his defeated rival, his partially transformed body radiating power and control. Vex, trapped in his full beastform, snarls in defiance, but there is fear in his yellow eyes. He is helpless.

The cavern holds its breath. The entire tribe, from the youngest child to Chief Torq himself, is watching. According to tradition, Jaro has earned the right to kill his challenger. It is expected. It is the law.

Jaro raises his blade, its edge gleaming in the torchlight.