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"Interesting…"
A voice from that day spoke up through the silence.
He could hear it perfectly, even though he knew that the voice was in his head.
"A tail?"
He had had his eyes closed at the time, so he could only remember the sound.
"Now there is a true saiyan."
It was his uncle Raditz.
He could still feel the chills that ran up and down his spine when he felt that monster's gaze land on him.
"Alright, I'll take the boy instead…"
…
He was supposed to meet his dad's friends that day.
It was supposed to be fun.
…
"A tail?"
The voice echoed once more in the silence.
…
Huh.
What would have happened if he had hidden it that day?
The thought hadn't even occurred to him at the time.
He had been paralyzed by fear, and his brain had just shut down.
He could always think clearly when he was on his own, but when he was in a real life situation, surrounded by people he didn't know, simple things like that just…
Pain.
…they just didn't….
Pain.
…occur to him.
He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with disgustingly musty air… held it in… and let out a sigh.
Ignore it.
What would have changed if his uncle hadn't seen his tail that day?
Maybe he wouldn't have been identified as his father's son.
Would he have been kidnapped at all?
His dad would have probably still fought him.
But his dad's friends had been there too…
Would they have made any difference?
How strong were they?
Would anything have changed?
…
Pain.
…
He was tired.
So tired.
He had been for a while…
But the pain was starting up again…
So he finally opened his eyes.
…
The same as usual.
…
It was way too dark to see anything.
…
Compacting his Ki down on his injured leg, he shifted it slightly and rolled onto his back.
He needed to flip over every now and then to dull the pain again.
Just… ignoring it, was hard.
It would just keep building up gradually until he couldn't anymore…
So he'd need to move…
And then it wouldn't take long at all for him to fall asleep again.
…
It wouldn't take long at all…
…
The teeth and the stomach had been his only two concerns at the time.
He could easily survive as long as he avoided those two places, in theory.
So he had dug a hole at the back of this particular T-Rex's throat, because it had been the closest one to him at the time.
The hole was just large enough for him to fit inside comfortably when he was finished.
And it had taken every last bit of his energy to finish it.
He had been running completely on fumes at the time, so when he finally stopped, and the adrenaline had run out, he was done.
He had just passed out after finishing.
…
He had no idea how long he had slept, but that first day had been the worst.
Waking up in a confined space, covered in slime, with all sorts of strange noises emanating from all around him…
And then there was the smell.
He hadn't noticed it when he was digging the hole originally, but he sure noticed it then.
He had thrown up.
It was bad.
…
But it had faded, eventually.
After waking up, he had tried assessing the damage his body had taken.
And he was surprised.
It had been way worse than he remembered.
Something in his leg was broken. It had to be. The pain was even worse than it had been just after the fall off that mountain.
He didn't know if it was a full break, or a fracture, but whatever it was, it hurt.
Then there were all sorts of aches and pains that he hadn't even noticed previously.
It felt like his entire abdomen was a giant bruise.
The same with the entire left side of his chest.
Countless cuts and scrapes littered his arms and legs, and made themselves known.
Just breathing hurt.
He could feel the tears in all of his muscles from the strain of overuse.
But the worst had been his head.
It felt like someone had grabbed the right side of his brain, and another grabbed the left, then they both started pulling in opposite directions.
It felt like he was being split in half.
He didn't really remember much of what happened after that...
He had just woken up again in the same place. The pain had still been there, but it had been noticeably less intense.
And the smell had been gone.
But he hadn't been able to move.
So he just lay there.
Eventually, he had noticed the pain in his leg getting worse and worse, so he had had to make a monumental effort, in trying to turn over onto his stomach, to get his leg into a better position where the pain was more manageable.
Then he had alternated.
He would lay on one side, then flip over. Then lay on that side for a while. Then he'd flip again when the pain became too intense…
And he'd lost all track of time.
He had no idea how long he had been inside this thing…
But he had had a lot of dreams in that time.
And he had re-lived a lot of memories.
But it had all been a haze, mostly.
A haze of pain and half-remembered dreams.
Eventually however, after what felt like an eternity… something finally changed.
The fog in his mind cleared just enough for him to start thinking again.
His mind had finally rebooted, and he was able to focus for the first time since he had gotten himself into his situation in the first place.
The pain had gone down to a point where he could ignore it effectively. And all of a sudden, new ideas started appearing in his head.
And with them, he started running some Ki experiments once again to pass the time…
Unfortunately, a good portion of his energy had still been recovering.
So anything that used too much of it was out of the question.
But what he had had in mind didn't take too much.
So, with nothing else to do in the meantime, he started on his first experiment.
It took a long time, and a lot of trial and error to get right.
Several… days? Sleep cycles?
He had passed out a lot in between attempts.
…
The concept was simple.
Thin out his Ki, and spread it out over a large area.
It would contour to the body of the dinosaur around him, but would be so thin that it wouldn't enhance the things durability at all.
Instead, by taking advantage of a different property of his energy…
He would bring back the light.
…
It was the only way he could describe it.
He could feel his Ki, when it was outside of his body.
He could feel its shape and structure.
He intuitively understood where his energy was, and how big the area it covered was.
In other words, by shaping his energy to exactly match the body of the dinosaur around him, he now had a rough mental map of the thing's body inside his head.
He knew how far away the stomach was, how far away the mouth was, and where he was in relation to everything.
It had allowed him to see again…
More time passed.
Eventually, moving wasn't as difficult… as long as he didn't use his muscles to do it.
Self-puppetry, after a time, allowed him to move freely.
He could stretch out his arms, and his legs, all without flexing his muscles, or causing further injury to himself.
It was a weird feeling at first. Feeling himself move around while feeling totally relaxed…
It felt almost like being possessed by a ghost…
…
Only he was the ghost…
But he couldn't do much. Just sit and wait to heal mostly…
And watch how the thing around him moved, with his new ability…
He tested his new sensing ability's limits eventually.
He tried pushing it out farther than the constraints of the dinosaur.
He had been inspired one day.
Another hazy memory had played out in his head. A single incident that was once again, seemingly insignificant at first…
His dad had been aware of his uncle's arrival on that day, beforehand.
He had jolted and spun around abruptly and mentioned a powerful being heading towards the island they had been on at the time, for that reunion, a few moments before it had become visible.
He could remember it clearly now.
His dad was able to see things without his eyes at extreme distances, and now he wanted to be able to do it himself.
It had always been a mystery to him how his dad had been able to do things like that, but this new technique seemed to provide an answer.
He was essentially trying to make a ball of Ki so thin that it was transparent, and so large that it contained his whole body, the body of the surrounding dinosaur, and a sizeable portion of the surrounding environment.
Then all he'd need to do is move his energy around slightly, and feel the resistance that any obstructions in the environment would provide.
Pumping his Ki through a solid object was more difficult than pumping it through open air, after all, and he would feel this difference in his energy.
With his intuitive understanding of his own energy distribution, he'd then be able to tell how far away these objects were, and create a mental map of his surroundings.
That had been the theory anyways.
…
And once again, that day, he had been reminded of why he loved his brain so much…
He had woken up hungry one day.
Perhaps that was an understatement.
His stomach had been screaming at him.
For some reason, he hadn't been hungry at all during his entire stay inside his host.
He had been forcing himself to eat at least small amounts however, just to be safe, or at least trying to…
Most of the time however, he couldn't keep it down.
He had been living like a parasite.
He knew where the meat was, so he'd dig to it. He'd rip a chunk out, and cook it with his energy.
That single chunk was usually enough to last until he eventually fell asleep, and woke up again.
It seemed that his body was now starting to recover its old appetite…
Which was good news.
It meant he was recovering.
It was only a matter of time now…
When was the last time this had happened?
He was livid.
Another understatement…
He didn't even know it was possible for him to get this angry.
…
Actually, maybe he did.
Raditz, was the first thought that came to his mind.
That was probably the last time he had felt this angry…
He vaguely remembered that fury he had felt before he blacked out.
It was back, and he was close.
He could barely think straight.
It felt like he was clinging with all of his might to the last and final, shred of his sanity.
He was at the edge.
…
The day had started out normally enough.
When he compared it to his days recently, anyways…
Practicing with his Ki, taking in the sights of his surroundings with his new Ki technique…
Just his normal morning routine.
…
He had seen his host lean down and eat something.
It would occasionally do that, but it was usually a deer or another small animal. This time it dug into the dirt…
It continued digging around and eating for a while, when a cold feeling of dread wormed its way into his stomach.
He wasn't sure, but he had felt that his surroundings seemed familiar…
So, after it finished, he crawled out of the hole he had dug in the wall of its esophagus, and made his way down its throat, towards the stomach.
He had needed to make sure…
He had wanted to be wrong…
The journey down was simple. He had been up and down a few times during his stay.
He could levitate, which made climbing very easy. And with his pseudo-telekinesis, granted to him by his energy compacting ability, he could open and close the things throat around him at will.
When he arrived in the stomach, he immediately locked onto the thing it had just eaten.
He hadn't been able to see it with his eyes due to the darkness, but he knew where it was, and when he felt it with his fingers, he knew that his hunch had been right.
It was a bag of dried deer meat.
His bag.
It was the food he had stockpiled in the woods so he could focus on his training.
This thing had just eaten it all.
His food was gone.
It had even destroyed all the tools he had made.
Everything he had left at his old 'home', this thing had just destroyed.
Which means that when he got out, he had to restart completely from scratch, again.
That was when that feeling had showed up again.
He'd have to spend another week or so getting everything set up again.
Another week taken off of his training time.
He was already so far behind. He felt physically weak. He'd probably have to spend a week or two just getting back to his previous level.
Now he was another week behind. Possibly even more. He had lucked out finding that herd of deer after all. Who knows if he'd find another one like that any time soon?
…
It was wasting his time.
Decreasing the odds of his family's survival in a year.
This thing had tried to eat him, and now it just finished destroying everything that he had set up for himself.
The weirdest part of it all, was that he recognized that it wasn't even that big of a loss. He knew, rationally, that there was no reason for him to be this mad about it. Things would probably be easier this time around since he had survived out here for so long already.
And he was keeping up with his Ki manipulation training despite his situation, so maybe he wasn't as far behind as he originally thought.
In some ways he was actually ahead…
…
His body clearly didn't agree.
And to be fair, perhaps this had been building in him for a while.
This rage.
Being forced to live like this…
In this filth.
Even now he could feel his power growing.
Perhaps this had simply been the last straw.
…
But it didn't make sense.
His power showed up when his dad was in danger.
It showed up again when Piccolo threw him into that mountain.
Then it didn't show up when he was nearly starving to death.
It didn't show up when he was nearly crushed to death. Or when he was nearly ripped apart.
Why was it showing up now?
In this insignificant by comparison, situation…
Where was the pattern?
Did it just show up randomly?
Was there even a pattern?
…
He could feel his consciousness slipping.
He could feel his higher brain functions begin to leave him. It was weird. Like a door closing in his mind.
…
He was going to black out again, wasn't he?
At that moment, a final thought occurred to him.
His fear was fake. A product of his body's chemical imbalances.
…
Was this anger fake too?
He brought up the memory of taking that mental step back when he was facing the jaws of that dinosaur.
And he tried it again.
He took a step back.
…
And something different happened.
He didn't black out.
…
Total indifference.
All of his emotions were just wiped.
He wasn't angry anymore, he wasn't happy, or sad, or scared…
He didn't care about anything at all.
Then he heard the voice.
"Kill them all."
It sounded like what he'd imagine a demon would sound like.
Dark, twisted, and very angry.
He heard it clear as day.
From some deep, dark pit, in his own mind…
It was a static-y voice that reverberated in the silence.
But he wasn't afraid of it.
He didn't feel anything.
He took one final cursory scan of the environment outside his host with his energy, and confirmed that indeed, those seven other dinosaurs were nearby.
They had stuck together, all this time.
Convenient.
He reached into his Ki reserves…
And noticed that they were much larger now.
…
The voice had sounded familiar.
Yet he couldn't remember a time where he had heard it before…
…
Then he lost control of his body.
It was like he was a computer, and the voice had just input a command.
He couldn't stop himself if he tried.
An aura of blue energy exploded around him, and he blurred…
He had known the exact position of the dinosaur.
He knew where its limbs were, and how it was oriented.
So he chose a trajectory that would cause it the maximum amount of damage while missing all vital organs, keeping it alive for as long as possible.
It needed to suffer before it died.
He blurred up, and to the side, creating a tunnel the size of the things own esophagus, leading from its stomach, to a point on the back of its neck.
He was outside now.
There was a shower of red, in all directions.
Wasting no time, he caught himself in mid-air with his energy, and pulled.
He barreled towards the group of grazing dinosaurs.
It was strange how Ki-based flight worked. It wasn't a pushing sensation off the ground, but a feeling more akin to grabbing your own body mentally, and pulling yourself towards your target.
He went through the closest one's face, folding its skull inwards, and blowing the pieces of its snout and nose, out the back of its own head.
He felt himself launch towards the next one without pause, all the while noticing that he was losing more and more control.
The edges of his vision were fading.
It was like his field of vision was a television screen. And the pixels along the edges were rapidly powering off, one by one, creating a tunnel of light that just kept decreasing in diameter as time went on.
He hit the next one in the center of its back, burrowed inside, and felt himself flex his Ki in all directions.
He blew it apart.
He felt the structural integrity of its body give out, and it liquefied.
He was able to watch, frame by frame, as the dinosaurs body turned into a slowly expanding sphere of red mist, that he was at the center of.
He was an emotionless spectator throughout all of this.
He could almost imagine a meter now. Like a thermometer. Every time he tried to move his own body, it would fill slightly. Every time he would try to think about something, it again, would begin to fill.
And the closer it got to filling up completely, the closer and closer he got to blacking out, and losing all control.
His body didn't want him to interfere, it seemed.
And every time he tried, it would retaliate violently, by ripping even more control away from him.
Which was unfortunate.
…
Because it was being so inefficient with his energy.
Apart from that first maneuver where he had made his exit from his former host, his body was ignoring all of his commands.
It was just rampaging.
It could get so much more done with so much less energy if it just listened to him.
He had learned a lot about dinosaur anatomy over the past few… weeks? Months?
How long had he been in there for?
…
He knew where the arteries were. All he needed was to slice them open, and they would die. It would take almost no energy to do so. He didn't need to be this flashy, and over the top.
Such a waste of energy.
…
There was some distant part of him that was aware of the fact that not being efficient enough on his murdering spree probably shouldn't have been his main concern, but it was just background noise at this point.
Because right now, he didn't care.
If he could find a way to use this though, this power, and make it listen to him, he'd be ready for when the saiyans arrived.
He was sure.
…
It was incredible to watch.
His vision blurred again. Going from red mist, to the face of his body's next target.
It was pulp in the next instant.
Wait.
He should probably slow down. He could use these things as a food source. Maybe he wouldn't need to find another one then.
…
The meter was nearly full.
Gosh, his thoughts were so sluggish now.
Like wading through mud.
He was a hair away from blacking out.
…
Another memory flashed before him…
Lucid dreaming…
He ran through the implications in his head.
…
It was brilliant.
When he was first learning how to lucid dream, he had run into a similar problem.
He could always gain control of the dream and become self-aware while it was playing out, but the moment he tried to change anything during it, it would just collapse and he would suddenly wake up.
It had been an annoying problem to try and solve. But there was a surprising parallel between that problem, and the one he was facing now.
In either case, if he tried to change anything, all remaining control would be ripped from him.
…
Maybe the solution was the same too.
Baby steps.
He had solved his dreaming problem by deliberately restraining himself from taking control at first. He just sat as a spectator, cleared his mind, and when the dream finished, he'd write about it in a notebook.
The goal was to improve his memory of his dreams as much as possible until he could remember all of them. And when it finally felt natural to be a conscious and thinking spectator while asleep, then he shifted his focus onto control.
When his power took over and he blacked out all those times in the past, he wouldn't have any memory of the events that occurred while he was unconscious because he was trying to either resist it, or control it.
They were essentially the same situation.
He was trying to take on too much, too fast.
He couldn't see what was going on back then…
Well, he could now.
He should make it his goal to just make it to the end, and remember.
Then focus on trying to take control at some other occasion in the future…
…
So, he did.
He blanked his mind, and backed off.
…
And the meter stopped filling.
…
He let his body do its thing.
And he watched…
He made it.
…
All of the dinosaurs were dead, his body had nothing left to kill, and he was still able to observe his surroundings.
Success.
He still had a serious case of tunnel vision though…
But, he was slowly reeling in the fury that he was swamped with.
He wasn't in immediate danger of blacking out anymore. His body was still putting up some resistance, but it wasn't anywhere close to the level it had been just a few minutes prior.
He could even feel his emotions begin to peek out of whatever hole they had sequestered themselves away into, now. They had left him in order to survive that storm his body had just unleashed…
Things were going back to normal.
It was only a matter of time now.
He just had to ignore the raging voices in his head, and steadily continue to calm himself down.
He couldn't rush this.
Slow and steady.
He found himself seated, leaning his back against a tree, with his hands clenched around the sides of his head, covering his ears.
But on the inside, it felt like he was at the bottom of a hill, with his arms tied behind his back, and his feet taped together, trying to squirm his way to the top like a worm.
It was a long and moderately annoying process, and he was struggling mightily, but he could do it.
It wasn't difficult, just time consuming.
…
There was red everywhere.
And chunks.
Lots of red, and lots of chunks.
There was even some in the trees.
His mom would be pretty upset if she saw what a mess he had made…
He could only imagine…
She hated messes…
…
His thoughts were broken when the voices in his head started whispering again. They were getting louder and louder.
He sighed.
They were being so noisy. It wasn't doing his headache any favors…
Reluctantly, he tried to listen in…
…
"Please let him go," the voice said.
…
It was an astonishing level of clarity. Lately, the voices were just whispers that he couldn't really make out, but this was…
Oh.
…
It wasn't in his head.
He could hear footsteps now.
So he glanced up in the direction they were coming from.
He was in a small clearing in a forest, and the sounds were coming from the treeline on the other side maybe thirty meters away.
He had no idea what to expect when he got a look at the trio that emerged from the trees, but it certainly wasn't this.
His struggle to regain control of his emotions stopped immediately.
Inner Gohan's struggle to squirm up the hill was halted in an instant, as someone grabbed his metaphorical legs and dragged him right back down to the bottom, wiping out all of his progress.
He could feel his emotions give off a small twinge of fear about how is body was going to react to this new situation, before they hid themselves away again.
The severed head that one of them was carrying around certainly roused his body's attention. And the apocalyptic anger that had receded earlier, was now watching this new situation in earnest, hoping for a chance to spring into action once more.
He was pretty irritated himself.
He had been so close to regaining control of himself again.
So close.
He sighed.
…
And then his petty irritation was squashed.
Because this was more important.
In an instant, his mind did what it did best and started trying to make sense of the situation at hand.
At first he thought they were more dinosaurs. But a closer look revealed that they were different. He couldn't identify the species, but they were large, giant in fact, and covered in brown fur.
Twelve to fifteen feet tall, by his estimation…
They were intelligent, based on their conversation.
Not mindless like that bird from earlier…
One was carrying a head.
A human head by the looks of it.
The victim had white hair and wrinkles, implying advanced age.
It was male.
The earlier voice had said: "Please let him go," in a mocking way. It had sounded like an adult man trying to mimic the voice of a child.
…
For a moment, he tried to give them the benefit of the doubt. He really did. But he could see literally no possible way of looking at these events and concluding that these people were anything other than unforgivable, vile, reprehensible monsters.
Worse than Raditz.
A phrase he'd never thought he'd ever use, at least until he finally met the other saiyans…
The first scenario that played out in his mind was a child begging these people to let this man live, and these people clearly not doing that. Even being evil enough to make fun of the whole situation afterwards. Going as far as parading his severed head around when they were done.
The only possible scenario he could come up with, in which these people were innocent, was if they were horribly irresponsible actors, carrying around a prop after a performance somewhere.
But that looked to be exceedingly unlikely.
So he listened further…
…
They started laughing.
"Did you hear that fucking dumb bitch?"
…
Fucking? Bitch?
It had been a while since he had heard words that he didn't understand. Were they names?
No.
An adjective and a noun based on the context…
…
"HOLY FUCK!"
One of them shouted.
The others froze.
…
That word again…
…
"What the hell happened here?"
He watched as the three giants started glancing around the clearing in surprise.
…
Initially, he was confused, until he remembered the vast quantities of dinosaur blood raining down from the trees around him.
Then there were the chunks of flesh strewn about in the vicinity.
…
Oh yeah.
He did that.
…
"Looks like there was some kinda brawl," one of them drawled lazily, as it poked at the remains of a dinosaur leg.
"A fucking brutal one."
A fourth giant came out of the woods.
It immediately locked eyes with Gohan and just stared.
…
The others continued their conversation, oblivious.
"What the hell kinda brawl ends with everyone in pieces like this? What the hell even are these things? They sure don't look like people." He glanced over to the fourth giant. "Hey new guy."
…
Number four just continued to stare at Gohan.
…
"You know what happened here?"
He was met with silence.
"New guy?"
Number four was broken out of his thoughts and looked at his friend.
…
Then he looked back at Gohan.
…
"Oh hell no." Then he started backing away. "Nope. Nuh-uh. Not happening."
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
"I understood it, you know?" The fourth continued. "Why we did what we did to that brat. That made sense. I was against it, but it made sense. We had a mission. I understood it…"
He continued backing away, terrified. "But this... I kept telling you, but you didn't listen. None of you did. This forest is fucked."
The other three just watched in confusion.
"Oh not this again."
"Why the hell did the boss even hire you? Fucking coward…"
Number four looked at his fellow giant sharply. "Look around you! It's the middle of the fucking night! There isn't anything around for fucking miles! Yet somehow, we stumble onto a fucking massacre in the middle of a creepy ass forest. The blood is still wet. It's recent. As in fucking minutes old. The last living things that were here are splattered on the ground around you."
Then number four pointed at Gohan, finger shaking.
…
"The last living things…"
The other three looked to where he was pointing.
…
They found a kid sitting against a tree on the other end of the clearing with his knees tucked into his chest. He was faintly glowing with an ethereal light, he was shirtless, and soaked in blood. His long, filthy, and unkempt hair was covering his eyes completely, and went passed his shoulders. His head was cocked in their direction. Just watching them.
A long red streak was plastered on the ground leading from the middle of the clearing, directly towards him. Ending at his feet.
Pointing at him like an arrow.
Various body parts were hanging in the trees around him, still dripping red.
…
"Oh, would you look at that." One of the giants grinned viciously at him.
"What's a kid doing all the way out here?"
"I think the better question is: what sort of creepy ass kid sits alone in a forest at night, miles from the closest town, and just fucking waits?"
"It doesn't matter. We lucked out. That bitch won't crack. Grab the kid, and we'll gut him in front her just like that old man if she still doesn't fucking talk."
The three of them brandished various weapons and started advancing towards him.
"I hope it fucking works this time. Her stubborn streak is fucking aggravating. I hope to god I fucking get that promotion for this bullshit…"
"Fucking kid..."
"You are all fucking morons." Number four then spun on a heel and started running back into the forest. "I'm out."
…
…
That was enough of that.
Clearly not actors, not that he realistic thought that they were in the first place…
And from what he could tell, they kidnapped a girl, and killed a man in front of her for some reason.
…
Maybe bitch was a synonym…
…
He didn't even really care if they intended to do the same to him now.
Maybe he would have, if they had caught him on a different day…
Now his rage was back, and he was at the edge again.
He was a hair away from blacking out, but his body still hadn't moved yet.
Still, he wanted this emotional roller-coaster to end. Killing dinosaurs was one thing, but if he let his body go now, wound up as it was, he knew exactly what was going to happen.
He wanted to be in control again.
So he shakily stood up to his feet and gave them a single chance…
"Turn around… walk away… now…"
His voice was quiet and raspy, from not using it for so long. So much so, that he almost didn't even recognize it as his.
…
Number four was long gone
The other three laughed.
…
He didn't just tip over the metaphorical edge, he was fired from a cannon, off the mountain and clean into the next district.
His vision went red, and for a brief moment, he lost control.
Three moves…
…
Then he managed to catch himself.
There was something in his hand now, and he had driven whatever it was into one of the giants' necks.
He had tunnel vision again, and he was only able to observe what his body was doing.
…
He glanced behind him. He was curious about the object in his hand and where he had gotten it.
He stared with detached curiosity at the mangled form of one of the giants.
It was in the process of lifelessly collapsing to the ground.
…
It was happening in slow motion.
Its neck reminded him of a candy cane.
The giant was standing straight up, but the top of his head was pointed down, leaving a very noticeable and extreme, 180 degree curve, in its spinal cord.
In particular, the vertebrae in the neck.
That was an internal decapitation. Had to be. There was no way its spine could remain in one piece after that.
And that, amazingly enough, wasn't even the worst injury it had sustained.
Evidently, his body had wanted a sharp implement to use as a weapon.
So to solve the problem, it had decided to guide his hand through the giant's newly exposed, upside down chin, and ripped out a large section of the jaw bone.
Half of the giants face was now missing.
And his body had taken that jaw bone and used it to sever the next giant's jugular.
Glancing back to the giant his body was currently stabbing, he watched as its face transformed from amused, to horror and pain, as its blood started spraying everywhere.
…
Needless to say, they weren't laughing anymore.
The next one was looking at him in horror.
He felt himself kick off the lifeless corpse he was just standing on, and begin to walk towards it.
He could hear himself speaking now.
"Wrong day."
…
"You picked the wrong day…"
Then he blurred.
…
The final giant leaped to the side and shouted.
"OH FUCK!"
Blood sprayed the air…
A/N: Please excuse any grammar and spelling errors, as I have no beta reader at this time.
- LeviTamm