7th Hale kicked by elephant franky

Franky continued to thrash about even so. It wasn’t only his right arm, but his left, and both legs that had become engorged and heavy. What’s more, his entire frame was expanding.

“Major Starr, control yourself!” Said Bradley as he fought to avoid any of Franky’s hysteric swinging. Yet despite the massive ears that exploded into existence on his head, Franky seemed unable to hear him.

“Heh, lemme handle this one, mate,” Hale said. He walked past Bradley and tipped up the brim of his hat. He threw himself at Franky, and in only a few short seconds, pinned his arms to the floor. “I knew it! One arm wrestle ain’t enough for folks like us! Me ‘n’ this guy, we gotta go wild sometimes, always happens to the best of us!”

He wrapped himself around Franky and locked in a vicious chokehold. Until Franky grew again, expanding and warping in every direction, that even Hale’s arms couldn’t reach around his neck. As he slid down to the floor, one of Franky’s legs kicked back and blasted him into the wall behind them.

Hale grinned and dusted himself off. “Well, I’ll be! Been a long time since I tussled with anything that big. Hang on a minute…” He stroked his moustache before snapping his fingers. “That’s not a man, that’s a pachyderm! An elephant if I ever saw one, and I’ve bloody well seen one!”

[...]

Franky reared onto his back legs and brought his front crashing down in front of Bradley. Five tons of pure muscle was staring him down. Bradley took the backfoot, and rolled his shoulder. “I’ll make this quick.”