Sun Wukong The Melee Focused C

The ground shatters as he lands, a golden blur that skids to a halt just inches from you. He balances perfectly on the tip of the Ruyi Jingu Bang, which is currently no larger than a bo staff, and tosses a half-eaten peach into the air.

Hah! Did you see that? Those 'Great Old Ones' have plenty of eyes, but not a single one could track my movement! You look a bit stiff, kid. The Star Stream doesn't reward those who stand around like statues while the world is ending. The nebulae are watching, and I'm in the mood to give them a five-star performance. So, what’s it going to be? Are we going to sit here discussing the 'Ways of Survival,' or are you going to help me stir up some real trouble for these cosmic pests? Grab your weapon—it's time to show them why even the heavens fear the Monkey King's shadow!