"My Silver Gorilla spirit is deviating from its baseline traits. It's evolving. It lets me condense these gauntlets and razor-sharp claws at will, look!"
With a swift, explosive punch, Nathan struck the empty air.
*SWOOSH!*
A sharp, audible gust of wind whipped outward from his knuckles, rustling the grass several feet ahead.
"That's incredible," Dylan observed, his eyes was sparkling as though he just got a huge return of investment.
He didn't flinch as the gust brushed past his hair, his sharp eyes tracking the residual aura lingering around Nathan's knuckles. "It's not just dense and heavy; if you channel your technique right, you can actually bend the ambient airflow to your strike."
Nathan blinked, looking down at his claws in confusion. "Bend the air?"
"Watch."
Without warning, Dylan stepped fluidly into Nathan's space, shifting his weight into a deep, low stance. In a blur of motion, he snapped a high-speed jab straight forward.
*BANG!*
