The war raged on, killing thousands, and destroying over thousands of homes throughout the nation. It has been a hard time for those who had tried to survive while maintaining their loved ones. However, some were not lucky, as a young man named John came running out onto the streets. He turned, watching the army take fire, shooting at the enemy, while John ran from one alley to another. He knew his way around the ruined city, used to always travel around on foot before the war, finding food, and shelter for his brother and sister. Their parents died many years ago, leaving John as the man in the house, as the frail man was quite weak. He couldn't save himself in a fight, nor start one, fearing that others would beat him, and throw his corpse to the outer skirt of the city.

John climbed up a rusty ladder, his shoes creaking against the rotten steel, and clambered onto the old deck. He pushed open the sliding doors, entering the apartment complex, and looked around the room. The living room was small, the curtains against the window were half torn, the carpet was muddy, with the fan being dusty, and the walls were moldy. John stepped into the bedroom, screaming for bloody murder, as he immediately came crawling back into the living room. Two men came out from behind, covered in blood, while John saw his brother and sister lying on the bedroom floor. He scrambled, running towards one of the men until the intruder smacked him with a pole, flinging John to the other side of the wall, as the young man landed face down.

John coughed, watching the men walking towards him, ready to deliver a final blow until the entire building began to collapse. Rock and rubble were pulling apart, the floor underneath gave way, as John was falling towards the ground. He curled up his body, his fists scrapping hard concrete, and tumbling next to one of the men. He dusted himself off, turning to see the man bleeding, with concrete blocks crushing his torso, while John backed away in horror. Suddenly, he looked down, seeing his sister's body lying next to him, and kneeled next to her as he noticed her gripping something in her hands. John held on to his sister, cradling her in his arms, as she was starting to speak. "John... Be brave..."

Her body finally went limp, her hands releasing to reveal a small flat helmet, as John sobbed over his lost. Meanwhile, gunfire was getting louder, with more men marching on to the street, and firing at one another. John looked over, realizing he was in much danger and took the helmet off of his sister. He kissed the top of her forehead and whispered. "I promise..."

John placed the helmet over his head and began to run. As he ran, he failed to realize his posture was growing thicker, with his torso pushing outwards, his chest pressing against the ruined green shirt, as it tore it up into shreds. Meanwhile, his arms were becoming stronger, muscles tearing through his biceps and forearms. John stopped, his hands beginning to sore, not realizing that they were expanding, becoming giant lion paws, while his nails stretched out into claws. He was growing taller, his head passing past a dumpster can, as his knees creaked, causing Johns posture to bend, while his legs were becoming more well built.

John breathed, watching the shreds of fabric stitching itself back together, forming around his mighty torso, the sleeves resting over his large shoulder blades, the front of his collar tearing open, revealing red fur erupting from his chest, as he began to feel his mouth region pushing forward. John growled, his mouth forming into a muzzle, with his teeth sharpening into fangs, his nose deforming into a dark purple snout, while beige fur erupted over his chin, while his cheeks puffed out with the red fur. John was roaring, his messy brown hair downwards, forming into a thick mane resting over his chest, nicely braided into giant squares. As he felt his mane growing over his back, his struggling jeans turned jet black, turning towards a latex material, while Johns shoes burst open.

John snarled, forgetting why he wore the sneaker to begin with, as his feet expanded into three-toed paws, with the rim of his pants hardening into two steel bands. The beige fur grew around his eyes, his pupils shifting from green to black, with whiskers protruding over his mouth, as Johns memories were beginning to change. He stood there, gripping his paws over his head, forgetting he was ever a human, as the sound of gunshots were getting louder due to his ears moving towards the top of his head. They pointed to two triangles, causing the muscular lion to hear men screaming in pain, running back towards the gunfire.

The lion felt a pressure over his bottom, his latex pants pressing outwards, until a giant tail ripped through, ending with a fluff of dark purple fur at the tip, as the lions snarls began to deepen. His neck muscles throbbed, shifting his vocal chords, sounding more masculine, as he stomped through the ground. He smashed open a rock, not noticing the rubble climbing over around his wrists, and forming into a yellow metal band, with a green orb sticking out in the middle. More rocks were thrown on to the lion's body, one circling into a small circular metal buckle, with a strap wrapping itself around his waist, while one landed over his chest, and grew into a giant golden plate covering over his pectorals, with a symbol of a W in the middle.

Lion smiled, stopping in his tracks, as he faced the enemy army. They all stood in fear, stumbling backward away from the red-furred creature, while Lion launched his body into the hundreds of men, and knocking them over in his path. He slashed, tore, and ripped through all who stood in his way, as he roared in victory. Lion stood above the rubble, watching the army of his nation scream in glory, and marched in pride. As Lion witnessed a shift in history, he took off the small helmet and examined the metal object in sorrow. "I swear... I'll never forget my courage..."

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Requested for RyuTheWereDragon