Drink your Milk

@"Saryn"

Milk was training, that was obvious. Though, the way she was training would make most normal people weak at the knees. She was running back and forth in one of the large clearings of the forbidden forest. With a log on her back. She had knocked down one of the large trees and broke it down until it was about twice her height. It was good endurance training, if nothing else.

She was midway through a run when she heard something crack. She stopped in the middle of the field, and glanced around. She heard another crack, and finally saw the cause of the sound. Something was running through the forest, knocking down trees. It was getting closer and closer to her clearing. The fighter dropped her log and took a stance.

She patiently waited for whatever it was that was getting closer.

@"Saryn"

The beast was large, that was true. That was fine, Milk had fought similar sized creatures out here. This one was different though, it seemed to have a gleam of intelligence in it's eyes. Milk's skin started to writhe and bubble slightly as the beast charged at her, something underneath shifting and moving as she waited. The beast leaped at her, and this is when Milk took action.

She waited until the last minute before moving forward in a roll, dodging the beasts pounce. She quickly spun around, holding her fists up in preparation for whatever the beast may do next.

@"Saryn"

Milk ran forward towards Gluttony, before ducking to the side and throwing a powerful punch into the beasts side. Her fist bulged as she swung, a few sharp white points extending about three inches from her fist as she did. This was a similar punch to the ones Milk used to knock the large trees of the forest down.

Her normal punch could shatter concrete and bend steel. With the additions of the sharp spikes on her fists...

@"Saryn"

Milk smirked when the beast grabbed her arm. It was obviously hurt by the first punch, thick red blood starting to seep out of the puncture wounds she caused with her punch. Milk dug her feet into the ground, putting her weight against Gluttony, making her more difficult to pull. She was still moving along but slower.

The fighter focused, before more spikes started piercing out of her arm, digging into Gluttony's hand. Sharp and jagged, the bones shot out quickly, making Milks arm look like a nail bat.

Milk shifted her hand to intercept the punch, a single large bone spine jutting out of her palm. She braced for the impact, making the bone as sharp as she could at the tip, widening as it reached her palm.

The fighter continued to grow the spikes on her other arm, digging further and further into Gluttony's arm.