Ethan was hit with the insult that bothered him most.
But rather than lashing out and giving Mace the reaction he was looking for, he laughed.
'Partial Assimilation: Wolfy.'
The change was immediate.
Ethan's posture dipped forward, centre of gravity lowering as his body tightened and coiled like a predator ready to spring. Muscles compressed, his frame becoming more compact, more explosive.
His fingers elongated into dark, claw-like extensions, sharp and reinforced, while his canines pressed slightly against his lips, lengthening into faint fangs.
A low growl slipped from his throat before he even realised it.
It was instinctive, like an actual beast.
'I was going to have to use some of my abilities to beat this fucker.'
Ethan was now taking this fight seriously, having a better gauge of his opponent's abilities. Meanwhile, across from him, Mace observed the shift and felt the pressure.
And yet his grin widened.
"Finally," he muttered.
