Everyone now stared at Marshall in shock and horror, including Angie, who held her hands to her mouth. "M-marshall!! What are you doing?!" she squeaked in utter confusion. It was utterly appalling to think that Marshall, as smart as he was, would actually punch someone suffering enough as it was!<br/><br/>Unfortunately, Marshall's intended move wasn't very effective. Instead of getting knocked out, the man cried out in pain, clutching his head. Already, the sound of tearing fabric and snapping bones filled the air as the man's legs began to fuse together. AS that happened, his head grew as well, his skull cracking and reforming very painfully, and the same happened with his torso.<br/><br/>His arms seemed to stay the same as he grew to nearly 15 feet long. A jutting spike came out of his head and pointed backwards, and his lower jaw lengthened, but because his upper jaw wasn't growing, he now had a massive underbite. But none of that mattered as the poor guy howled in agony, sending shivers up Angie's spine.<br/><br/>He was still growing, still breaking bones, still in great pain. Then, suddenly, it all stopped. A loud crack pierced through the air as the attempted Onix PokeMorph's head lolled to the side. His eyes rolled back, and with a booming thud, he fell to the ground.<br/><br/>As the dust cleared, Angie put a hand on Bruce's shoulder, looking nearly as pale as death. "B-bruce... is he...?" The Machamp bowed his head solemnly, "His spine wasn't developing fast enough... The weight of his own head snapped his neck." Angie's face grew blank, and she stumbled back a few steps before landing hard on her butt. On her face was the look of the 1000 yard stare; she was too shocked to react to anything.