“Smash it? What, so you can keep those stolen inches? I think not, little brother, you’re going to fix this and you’re going to fix it, NOW!” roared the bigger dragon, curling his fingers into fists as he advanced on his brother, snarling with rage.
“No, no! Hear me out!” whimpered Tyler, still intimidated by David’s muscular physique despite having come closer to matching him in both height and strength. “You read Lord of the Rings, didn’t you?”
“This isn’t the time for your stupid-ass fantasy roleplaying shit, Tyler!” snapped David, spitting with anger as he visibly fumed, the blue of his leathery skin turning a deep midnight colour as he shook.
“Just listen, David! The titular ring is a cursed magical item, and when the heroes destroy it by throwing it into a volcano, its evil plagues the land no longer and everything is okay! We don’t have a handy volcano, but I imagine a few broad smacks with a hammer might do...”
A moment passed while David thought about what his brother was saying. Tyler thought to himself, trying to get a handle on the situation. David was right – he did enjoy not having to crane his slender neck just to address the big guy, but with how mad his brother was getting over the whole situation... maybe it wasn’t worth keeping those few extra inches. They didn’t make so much of a difference, anyway, and there’d always be big jerkoffs like Fang from David’s football team who outweighed him no matter how big he got... and without David’s definite size advantage, his bigger brother might not be able to stick up for him when the going got tough.
“...alright, let’s try it.” said David with a frustrated sigh. “You’re usually right about these kinds of thing.” He didn’t loosen up any as he lead Tyler into his room, looking around for a heavy blunt object with which to inflict violences upon the pendant.
“Er, usually I don’t have to dabble in weird magical shit, but thanks for the compliment, I guess.” said Tyler, blushing slightly as he watched his brother dig under his bed for useful tools. “I just read a lot.”
“Yeah, yeah, shut it, pipsqueak, this isn’t a love-in.” David pulled a large wooden baseball bat from under the bed, a replica of a bat used by a legendary ursine giant, and sized to match. “I don’t have a hammer, but if this doesn’t do the job... stand back, short stuff.”
David tossed the pendant onto his desk, the pair watching with anticipation as David brought his muscular arms over his head, bat in hand. With a vicious downward strike, he brought the weighty bat down into the pendant, cracking it clean in two and putting a nasty split in the desk as the dull, thudding impact echoed around the room. Brilliant sparks of energy illuminated the room, turning the room an ominous red as they glowed intensely. The two brothers shared a nervous look as they both felt the magic take a hold of them, warmth spreading throughout their bodies. David watched as Tyler’s musculature thickened visibly, powerful biceps peaking outwards as his abdominals sculpted themselves into defined, rippling muscle.
“Tyler, it’s not working, you’re growing again!” snapped David as he felt the magic tingling through every inch of his leathery hide. The purple dragon was shaken from his reverie, laying an enquiring eye on David's form...
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