King dodged the palm slap with practical ease, scaling through the body of the titan like a seasoned mountain climber with unique abilities.
His movements were fluid, twisting mid-air to evade, the chain aiding his ascent with serpentine grace.
Throwing his chain, King wrapped it around the neck of the titan.
The links tightened with a constricting grip, embedding slightly into the thick hide.
The chains, which were a part of him and moved like serpentine creatures breathing and thinking, undulated with a life of their own, adjusting tension instinctively to maintain hold.
With the chains holding the neck of the titan, King catapulted himself to the face of the titan.
The launch propelled him upward in a blur, wind rushing past as he closed the distance.
"This is for being a prick!" King bellowed, spinning around his axis as he pointed his twin blades toward the eyes of the titan. His voice roared with vengeance, the rotation building momentum for the strike.
