Chief Lupan smiled. He'd seen so many pitches from Charlie that he knew that there were no tricks hidden from that fastball. It was thrown literally straight down the middle, as if perfectly teeing up a homerun for him to hit.
"Thank you," he said as he began his swing, muscles bulging in power.
Brown fur began to sprout on his skin, the full moon tattoo in his chest glowing with lunar power.
Tapping into the power of his own giant Wolf form, Chief Lupan's already tremendous physical prowess grew to an even more immense state, surpassing what could even possibly be achieved with normal physics.
Space itself began to bend around Chief Lupan's skin, the ripples perfectly representing the torque happening around his torso.
His natural talents in exerting physical strength showed itself. Just those few hits allowed him to hone his batting technique to pro athlete levels, possibly even beyond that, possibly to what could be achieved if a Werewolf dedicated himself to baseball.
