Jayce stared at the limp body in his hands before dropping it on the floor. Turning around, he saw the classroom in its entirety.
Numerous bodies were scattered throughout the room, some of them with broken arms, others with broken legs, and some of them with their face smashed. Yet, all of their chest moved as air entered and exited their lungs.
Despite their serious and life-threatening injuries, not a single one of them was dead.
With how furious Jayce was, he would normally destroy everything in his surroundings until he was overcome with exhaustion. That or he would go into a dungeon and kill a large number of monsters.
Yet, he couldn't do either of those things, so he did the next best thing he could think of at the moment.
Controlled rage.
He restrained his wrath and let it out in small bursts, resulting in mangled limbs and deformed faces. As much as he wanted to kill them, espeically the bitch he still hadn't dealt with just yet, he couldn't.
