He hated this. He hated Chilton, that sniveling little mammal standing outside of the cage, leering at him, asking him those questions that seemed utterly obvious in the Lizard's mind. How was he stronger. Connors was a pathetic little weakling, constantly in danger, constantly attempting to control all this and constantly failing. A low growl emitted from the back of the Lizard's throat as he watched Chilton from behind the bars.

Then, almost all at once, the Lizard let out a loud, inhuman noise that was half hiss and half roar, lurching to one side of the cage, flinging himself against the side he had already clawed at, in a desperate attempt to get free. The cage shook with the force of the impact, as Chilton got a glimpse of fangs, claws, the sheer power and musculature of the beast, all in one quick, fast, jolt.

That's how he was stronger. And wasn't it just obvious?