A reminder that Monster Abilities aren't an exclusive club

With our flesh comingling, I could feel the effort of enemy as he began to change before I truly got to feel his enhanced might. Blood vessels once snaked between muscles to undermine them feel uncomfortably constricted once the latter begins hardening and bulging. With his life on the line, his Final Form has been triggered, letting him put up a much better fight. Against the one tendril opposing him, he even managed to overpower it-pushing himself to standing the small him-shaped indent in the ground.

His already finely sculpted form continues to grow with his power, seemingly giving my foe another wind. Horns become larger and deadlier, and his muscles twitch violently with their new power. Which only made me irritated. I was just looking for a place for a bit of fun and maybe a spot of directions, and once again having to fight. His **** may not exceed my own, but it's definitely on a scale to be annoying. So, I dispense with the usual messing around I normally do. No experimental toxicology, no playing to see what I can do, or finding a creative avenue of ****. Just sheer brute ****, in the greatest quantities I can manage.

Instead of manipulating using just a few tendrils, using the all too familiar analogue of my limbs to arms, I try and not let my mind get in the way-my body practically moving on its own. It was born and made for this. And it did not disappoint. Any motion my foe made was met by a pseudopod moving to meet the body part in the air. Despite his violent wriggling, soon none of it succeeded in going anywhere-while I just kept on squeezing like a constrictor, each breath closer to being his last. His health slowly ticking down, until one last second change finished him off-a Consume that absorbed everything I could about him.

There was a giddy little rush as aspect of a humanoid frame finally entered my awareness-as well as some mild fantasies about one day not needing to diminish my power to go about more stealthily. I sculpt a tentacle or two into off color variation on his beefy arms and marvel at the feeling of each powerful sinews twitching with power. Proper tool use, here I come! Well, proper tools on a larger scale than my weak human body, at least. Now weapons should be an option-shame I just smashed his.

With how much they had been rooting on the duel, I had expected that its conclusion would be met with equal amounts of fanfare. However, it instead seems to be met only by silence. Perhaps there was more shock earlier, but considering the low regard their leader seemed to have, I thought there might be at least some interest in him gone. Which just raised one question to me: