Marakai gave a nod, and stepped away. "Stay back," he said, a smile on his face. "You are quite small, and I do not wish to harm you - it is quite a ways down the mountain, and the descent will be easier with claw and wing."
He stepped over to his blade first, gripping it by the hilt and ripping it from the earth. Now one could see it's true size - the blade, easily a eighteen inches wide, held a single edge on one side, the other side flat and framed by a bar of adamantium. Over six feet in length and seemingly made from black glass, it was truly a monstrous weapon.
Marakai took it in one hand, and as if it was no more than a twig, hefted it so it's flat edge could rest against his shoulder. He stepped to the cliffs edge, and simply tossed it over.
The sound following could remind one of a rather large stone, falling a very far distance. Marakai turned around, then, his eyes glowing brilliantly as his form began to distort and enlarge. The black armor seemingly made of a Dragons scales bulged outward, but did not rend - more scales simply slid into place, filling in the gaps as they spread apart, seeming to simply push outward from beneath the surface. His arms, previously naught but bare human flesh, suddenly sheeted over with those same black scales, enlarging and stretching out with the audible sound of bones cracking and bending. His legs did much the same, elongating and bulging outward with powerful muscle.
From his back, massive wings took form, stretching outward in an extreme span, blotting out the sun with their magnificence for a moment.
His head seemed to jut outward, even as a large fan of spikes shot forth, ringing around his head like an odd crown, black and boney. Two large horns curled from his forehead, jutting forward like a rams.
All in all, the transformation completed itself within but moments, and where once there was but a man, there was now a massive dragon topping more than forty feet in height, with his body reaching nearly two hundred feet, covered in scales ranging from jet black to ashen gray, all glossy and reflecting light as if armor. From the fan of spikes around his head, a line of them ran all down his back, wicked, curved, and sharp.
Two massive, burning red eyes turned to look down at Axia. The huge dragon lowered his head and great neck to look her in the eye, and with a mental voice, spoke as quietly as he could.
Please, do not fear me...from my time, black dragons are regarded as evil, savage creatures, but I assure you this is not the case. Not for me, anyway....come, make your way down the mountain with me. It will likely be easier if you fly, but I'm afraid this form is too large to do more than climb downward.
Even with a frame so massive, when he moved to crawl over the edge, he did so with an odd sort if feline grace. Deadly talons easily found purchase in the stone, making the climb down far easier than it appeared to be.
Far below, he could see the clearing they would head for, a large, open circle of flat, worked stone, framed on all sides by the mountains - a hidden hollow in the earth.