Cryo stood up, still freezing the air around him. "Y'know, I do have the powers of a God." Cryo darted his eyes around, trying to find out where Dare was. "Maybe It's about time I use them."
Cryo closed his eyes, and his tattoos began to glow. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were glowing bright blue and a harsh wind began whipping through the warehouse. It tossed his fur around and blew away the steam. "All beware," Cryo began to speak. His eyes caught Dare and he smirked. In a single act of glory, Cryo brandished his fist in the sky and proclaimed, "THE CENTURION'S MIGHT!" A wave of blue energy began emanating from his fist, coursing down over his tattoos. The tattoos began to grow, and negulf Cryo's enire body. A chestplate formed, along with a helmet, gauntlets, and shinguards. A tunic wrapped itself around him and a cape flowed from his back.
The blue glow faded, and there stood Cryo in his Centurion Form, wind still wipping his fur around. "You picked the wrong day to mess with The Centurion, Rider." Cryo raised his hands up and frost began to appear on the edges of corners in the warehouse, and the temperature dropped drastically.
"Armor," Cryo spoke silently to his armor, "Tell me everything there is to know about Ghost Riders." And just like that, data rlayed itself across Cryo retinas. His eyes took in everything; every word, every letter was now burned into his subconscious. "Bingo." Cryo formed an ice crystal in one hand, and used Dare's own power of flame to manifest a glowing fire in the other.
"From what I hear, Ghost Rider's don't like sunlight. Let's see if we can get you back into your human form, shall we?" Cryo merged the two elements, the ice in front and the flam behind it. The light from the flame magnified itself through the ice, casting light everywhere.
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