Mrama walked forward. He no longer smiled and instead gritted his teeth.
'An Ancestral Ability that blocks all physical attacks...?' He questioned to himself, 'It's like attacking a giant rubberband... it will always attack me back with even more force.'
He clenched his left fist, "Even a rubber band has a limit." He muttered under his breath, "If I give you enough force, you will crumble like dust!"
Out of nowhere, he grinned again, "Thank you for that attack!" He said, "I am even stronger now!"
He sprinted forward, Malon also racing toward the slug now that he was more confident.
Mrama clenched his left fist as hard as possible, nearing tearing his own muscles as hardened his arm.
"DIE!" He roared as the two came mere feet from each other.
Malon clenched his jaw as he put his shield over his shoulder and rammed upwards like a bull.
