Small Misunderstanding II

Sid caught the blade just before it made contact, the sharp edge cutting into his palm, but his thick hide protected him from serious damage.

With a grunt of effort, Sid wrenched the blade out of Liam's grip and tossed it aside, swinging his massive arm in a wide arc toward Liam as he growled.

"You're going to need more than that."

This time, Liam was prepared. He crouched swiftly, evading Sid's swing effortlessly, and countered with a precise punch to Sid's abdomen.

"Seriously? Is that the best you can do?" Liam jeered, a smirk playing at the edge of his lips as Sid stumbled backward.

Sid reeled back, momentarily breathless from the impact, yet he sensed a change; his attributes appeared to be improving at an accelerated rate than usual.

He even felt unable to control the transformation as his rage escalated rapidly.