Within the folds of manifested dragon wings, the Martial Mimic Monkey was condensing aether and dragon force into his vocal chords as a rain of splintered wood smashed against him.
Technically speaking, his skin and wings were already durable enough to resist most of the onslaught he was currently enduring. If he enhanced his defenses a bit more, he could easily weather out this entire thing and get back to attacking with his stolen moves.
But he didn't, for one simple reason.
He wanted to try something out.
For the first time in its new life, it wanted to try something it had thought of and not merely stole from someone else.
In other words, it was increasingly becoming more and more inaccurate to continue calling this monkey monstrosity, a mere Martial Mimic Monkey anymore.
'Not yet, not yet...now!'
