Ground Strike

My limbs tightened. I was no longer frozen stiff. I dug my stout feet into the smooth white ground beneath me, balled my right fist tight, and brought it down hard right against the flat surface. A solid thump echoed back. The ground didn't shatter, but it held beneath my weight. I roared silently with mouth wide open, standing tall and claiming this space. @metal_sonic21: made by buddy bowser