When pushed to his limits, the very air around Xaphelm's body would begin to shimmer. It would seem as though scales began to glisten across his furred body as the dual spiral dragon glyphs on his chest would begin to glow and stretch their wings, unleashing a blazing aura that would soon match the aura blazing from his eyes. Both hearts beating as one, each muscle driven to the brink of destruction, and his powers stronger than ever. When in this state, he enters the Draconic Overload, a trait he inherited from crashing to earth many, many years ago. Nothing can stop him in this state, not even an entire planet, when he finds his target. The one who caused this, the one who dared to hurt the ones he loved and cared about. When you see the fire in his eyes, and the scent of mint fills the air, it is best to stay back and watch the chaos.