The Rust Bucket's brakes squealed as Max pulled up where the dinosaur tracks abruptly ended. Before them loomed a massive biological museum, its entrance gate bearing deep, crater-like impressions, as if something enormous had crushed straight through the metal.
"Grandpa, stop here! Don't get any closer!"
Asher's warning came sharp and urgent as he threw open the door and jumped out. Instead of rushing toward the museum, he planted himself beside the vehicle and twisted the Omnitrix's dial. Once, twice, three times, cycling through the holograms until he found what he needed.
Four Arms.
The dial locked into place with a satisfying click.
Slam.
Green light erupted from the Omnitrix, consuming Asher's form. When it faded, a twelve-foot-tall wall of red muscle stood where the boy had been moments before. Four Arms flexed all four limbs experimentally, power thrumming through every fiber of his Tetramand physiology. His secondary eyes scanned the museum entrance while his primary pair locked onto the damaged gate.
"This is my strongest transformation," Four Arms rumbled, his deep voice resonating with confidence. "I won't make the same mistakes as last time."
"Asher, we should go in together!" Max called through the open window, already unbuckling his seatbelt.
Four Arms shook his massive head, all four hands clenching into fists. "No, Grandpa. I'm going in first, you follow after I've assessed the situation!"
Every second counted. If Dr. Animo completed another round of genetic reanimation, there'd be no telling how many creatures they'd face. The villain had already demonstrated his Transmodulator's terrifying potential. Delay wasn't an option.
Boom!
Without another word, Four Arms crouched low and launched himself skyward. His powerful legs propelled him over the museum's entrance in a single bound, clearing the gate entirely before he crashed down into the main hall with earth-shaking force.
The scene that greeted him was prehistoric chaos.
Dinosaur roars echoed off the vaulted ceiling, a cacophony that belonged to an era millions of years dead. Pteranodons circled overhead, their leathery wings casting shadows across the marble floor. A Tyrannosaurus Rex prowled between exhibit cases, its massive head swiveling toward the sound of Four Arms' landing. Nearby, an Ankylosaurus scraped its club-tail against the ground, while a Triceratops pawed at the floor with razor-sharp hooves. The armored bulk of another Ankylosaurus blocked one of the side corridors entirely.
And hovering above it all, small mechanical drones, their red optical sensors sweeping the hall in coordinated patterns.
"So many..." Four Arms muttered, his four eyes tracking each threat. His hands tightened reflexively. This wasn't going to be easy. "Alright then. Let's see what you've got."
Across the hall, partially hidden behind a cluster of fossil displays, Dr. Animo adjusted his helmet-mounted Transmodulator while Vilgax stood motionless beside him. The mad scientist's fingers danced over the device's chest controls, preparing to activate it once more on the surrounding specimens.
Four Arms spotted them immediately.
"Animo, stop!"
The Tetramand's battle cry split the air like thunder, reverberating through every corner of the museum. The sheer force of his voice sent shockwaves rippling outward. Pteranodons slammed into walls, momentarily stunned. The Tyrannosaurus Rex staggered, shaking its massive head. Even the Ankylosaurus stumbled, and Dr. Animo's hands flew to his ears as he cried out in pain.
In that precious moment of disorientation, Four Arms moved.
He bent down, all four hands scooping up chunks of broken brick and concrete from the damaged floor. Without hesitation, he hurled them like missiles toward the fossil collection where Animo stood.
Crash! Boom! Boom!
The improvised projectiles streaked through the air faster than arrows. They smashed into the ancient bones with devastating force, shattering priceless paleontological specimens into dust and fragments. Clouds of debris erupted where the fossils had stood, obscuring Animo and Vilgax from view. Several chunks punched clean through the floor, leaving crater-sized holes.
Four Arms patted his chest with one hand, exhaling in relief. "That takes care of that problem."
"You bastard!" Dr. Animo's voice cracked with rage as he emerged from the smoke, his Transmodulator flickering erratically. "Those were irreplaceable Cretaceous-period specimens! Do you have any idea what you've just destroyed?!"
"Relax," Vilgax said, his deep voice cutting through Animo's hysteria. The alien warlord's red eyes fixed on Four Arms with predatory calm. "He's walked right into our trap. This saves us the trouble of hunting him down later. Let the reanimated creatures deal with him."
Vilgax's tentacles twitched as he gestured toward the dinosaurs. "Keep the transformation occupied. We'll handle the rest."
Dr. Animo's expression shifted from fury to cold calculation. He twisted the dial on his Transmodulator, and immediately the dinosaurs' heads snapped toward Four Arms. The scientist ducked behind Vilgax's imposing frame, using the warlord as a living shield.
"Smart move," Four Arms growled, tracking Animo's position. No way to get a clean shot at him now.
Roooar!
The dinosaurs surged forward as one, their combined footfalls shaking the entire building.
Four Arms' expression hardened as he watched them charge. Fine. I'll just have to go through all of them first.
"Listen up, you overgrown lizards!" Four Arms bellowed, muscles bulging as he dropped into a combat stance. "You've been extinct for millions of years, and you're about to find out why you should've stayed that way!"
Ding!
"Sign-in object detected: Tyrannosaurus Rex and Albertosaurus reanimated by Dr. Animo's Transmodulator!"
"Complete the sign-in by defeating both creatures!"
Four Arms' grin widened. Perfect. Another reward waiting for me. This'll extend my transformation time AND give me something extra.
"Tyrannosaurus Rex and Albertosaurus, huh?" His four eyes locked onto the two massive theropods at the front of the charging pack. "You're first!"
The Tyrannosaurus Rex reached him first, a hulking predator that dwarfed most of the other dinosaurs. Its jaws could crush steel, its teeth were the size of daggers, and it charged with the momentum of a freight train.
Four Arms didn't flinch.
Instead, he crossed all four arms over his chest and sprinted forward, meeting the charge head-on. The disparity in their sizes should've been comical, like a cat colliding with a tiger. But this was a Tetramand, a species forged in Khoros' brutal wasteland, evolved for gladiatorial combat.
The Tyrannosaurus Rex's eyes narrowed, lips curling back to reveal those massive fangs. How dare this insignificant creature challenge me?
BOOM!
The collision shook the entire museum.
Four Arms' body stopped dead, feet planted like steel pillars driven into bedrock. But his momentum, all that Tetramand strength condensed into pure kinetic force, rolled forward like an invisible tidal wave. The shockwave rippled outward in a perfect semicircle, distorting the air itself.
WHAM!
The Tyrannosaurus Rex's expression twisted from arrogance to shock to agony in rapid succession. Its charge halted instantly. Then, impossibly, its massive body lifted off the ground. The dinosaur flew backward, spinning end-over-end through the air like a leaf caught in a hurricane.
Crash! Crash! CRASH!
It tumbled across the marble floor, each impact cracking the stone beneath it, until it finally slammed into the far wall with a thunderous boom that sent spider-web fractures racing up to the ceiling.
The floor where Four Arms stood was compressed several meters deep, concentric circles of cracked marble radiating outward from the impact point.
Neither Dr. Animo nor Vilgax showed surprise at the outcome. They'd expected this. Witnessed Four Arms' strength before.
"Flattening dinosaurs is what I do best!" Four Arms roared, already pivoting toward the Albertosaurus.
He launched himself at the second theropod with explosive speed. The Albertosaurus saw him coming and opened its jaws wide, snapping forward to catch the charging Tetramand mid-leap. It intended to swallow him whole.
Swish!
Four Arms twisted mid-air, his smaller frame suddenly an advantage. He spun around the dinosaur's head, all four hands shooting out to grab its lower jaw from the side.
The Albertosaurus tried to shake him off, its entire body thrashing violently from side to side. Its neck was thick with muscle, designed to support tons of pulling force. It had the leverage. The strength. The size advantage.
But Four Arms had something better: perfect technique and four arms working in concert.
"Not happening!"
Four Arms leaned backward, his entire back flexing like a coiled spring. His secondary pectoral muscles, unique to Tetramands, bulged beneath his skin, providing the power his lower arms needed. The muscles formed an inverted pyramid of pure force, every fiber straining in unison.
CRACK!
The Albertosaurus' head jerked violently to the opposite side, pulled completely against the direction it had been turning. Its body, still committed to the original movement, couldn't compensate fast enough.
WHAM!
Four Arms slammed the dinosaur face-first into the marble floor with bone-crushing force. The impact spider-webbed the ground, and the Albertosaurus went completely limp.
Four Arms hit the ground rolling, but he was back on his feet in an instant. No time to rest. He sprinted toward the fallen Albertosaurus and leaped, all four arms raised high.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
He rained down punches like a jackhammer, each strike driving deeper into the creature's skull. The Albertosaurus' struggles grew weaker. Weaker. Then stopped entirely.
Four Arms straightened, breathing hard but grinning with satisfaction. He looked up toward the Tyrannosaurus Rex.
The massive predator had just regained its feet, shaking its head groggily.
Four Arms grabbed the dead Albertosaurus by its tail with all four hands. Muscles straining, he hoisted the entire multi-ton corpse above his head like a grotesque javelin.
"Hey, ugly!" Four Arms roared. "Catch!"
He hurled the dead dinosaur with all his Tetramand strength.
WHOOSH!
The Albertosaurus corpse flew through the air like a missile, spinning end-over-end.
CRASH!
It slammed into the Tyrannosaurus Rex before the larger dinosaur could even register what was happening. Both bodies went down in a tangle of limbs and broken bones, tumbling across the floor in a cloud of dust and debris.
When the dust cleared, neither creature moved.
Four Arms cracked his knuckles, all sixteen of them, and turned toward the remaining dinosaurs.
"Who's next?"
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