Chrysalis Chapter 1738 - A Smashing Good Time

Tiny felt a bit annoyed when his master suddenly released a massive burst of power and a raging inferno skyward. Numerous small shiny folks got toppled or scorched, and they stayed down for good. That meant far fewer targets left for Tiny to smash!

Even so, the massive ape refused to let this chance slip by, charging straight into the fray while whooping gleefully amid his roaring battle shouts. With his smaller sibling perched on his shoulder, Tiny pounded his fists down onto the ground, making the earth tremble and the rocks splinter before rising tall and swinging his arms to stretch his shoulders.

Electric currents raced wildly through his muscles, with heavy arcs of lightning twisting along his limbs, eager to break free, and he eagerly obliged by setting them loose.

To start, he had to get his left side properly warmed.

Bending low and lifting his fists high, Tiny shielded his head and fell into a steady rhythm, hopping on his toes, stepping side to side, weaving and ducking as the nearby small folks spun around and aimed their weapons at him. Keeping a sharp eye, Tiny's lengthy ears twitched, then he stamped his forward foot and—

BAMBAMBAMBAM!

A barrage of strikes, blurring with speed beyond sight, erupted like a blast and echoed like crashing thunder. Beams of light exploded from his knuckles and slammed into the small folks ahead. Sure, they had shields and plating, but how could those withstand Tiny's mighty blows?

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Their armor shattered and split right from that initial onslaught. Any who stood firm got hurled backward, while those attempting to evade fared a tad better, though hardly enough to matter.

With flawless steps, Tiny glided forward in a blur of agility and poise. Forever steady, forever poised to pivot his stance, to glide aside, to press on or pull back. Before they could flee his reach, Tiny rooted his foot again, sensing the twist building in his frame as he drew back his fist, channeling strength from his legs, core, and upper body before exploding it forth in yet another swift series of hits.

BAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAM!

Half a dozen blows this round. So quick that the opening strike hadn't connected before the final one flew out. On this go, he also freed the crackling lightning, hurling bands of energy as wide as a person's thigh (nowhere near as broad as Tiny's own!) that leaped toward the foes in his path.

He sensed this choice might not sit well with his intended victims, based on their frantic responses, but since his master had instructed him to go all out upon entering the battle, that's exactly what he planned to do. Besides, he figured his left arm was now nicely loosened up.

Flashing a fierce smile with eyes glowing crimson, Tiny thumped his palms against his torso, drumming out a sharp alert to everyone nearby before he reared up onto his toes once more. Leaping softly, he twisted and shifted, dipped and dodged, until... at last, he seized the perfect instant.

He twisted his shoulders only slightly, as a minor adjustment sufficed to build the force. His leading foot planted firm and his knee angled in, coiling his mass while the inner lightning sources hummed, ramping up their surge even higher.

Once his stance felt utterly flawless, Tiny launched the Ultimate Kong Straight Right.

Power flooded his form. Brilliance collected at his fist's edge, glaring nearly white-hot. Heavy streams of electricity surged up his arm from the shoulder and raced down, piling on thicker and quicker as his punch thrust forward.

His balance transferred, front limb extending while the rear one pivoted close. From heels to hands, from torso to limbs, every part synced seamlessly to unleash peak destructive might.

Ahead of him, the clash vanished entirely as Tiny experienced a rush of triumph so intense it whitened his sight. Then he understood it was merely the eruption of his technique and the dazzling flash from the lightning erupting from his grip.

Once the dust settled, nothing remained in front of him, which struck Tiny as perfectly logical. If they'd chosen flight, they were clever, and if they'd opted to resist, well, they simply weren't around now. After all, it was Tiny's dominant hand at work.

Shrugging his shoulders, the gorilla with bat-like features growled contentedly. He felt thoroughly limbered. He might even deliver a grander strike next if he pushed it. Glancing upward at his perch, he spotted his little sibling still clinging, staring down with that single large eye. Tiny offered a thumbs-up.

The smaller one mirrored the sign.

Tiny leaped away in search of additional foes to pummel.