[Friday, March 31st, 4045]
[Day One of the Mutant Fight]
[Caesar's Fight]
Time seemed to slow as the white werewolf witnessed his opponent's unexpected, monstrous transformation. Much like the crowd, Caesar was stunned by the horrific sight unfolding before his very eyes.
Contestant 130's bones cracked and shifted beneath her skin, stretching unnaturally as muscle fibers tore apart and regrew—thickening like coiled steel cables. Veins bulged and pulsed with violent energy as her arms elongated slightly, the joints reconfiguring for power over precision. Her fingers—no, claws—curved inward like hooked blades, each one twitching with predatory intent.
Her legs followed.
Her thighs swelled with explosive strength, calves tightening as her height advanced and her stance lowered. The structure of her feet altered, heels lifting slightly as if her body was preparing to pounce at her opponent at any given moment. Every inch of her lower body screamed speed and impact.
