"Ahhh, that feels so good," I couldn't help but exhale in bliss.
Before me was a large boar or what was left of it. My Avatars and I had a field day bashing the living crap out of it. We were allowing my children to heal it back into health for another round. Frankly, it felt like I was in a trance earlier; I couldn't even see anything else.
'It is a good thing Henry already stopped him from running as a Reaper. Otherwise, it would have been hard.'
I learned early on that Rashid couldn't undo his soulform. Without his gigantic boar form, a single 30mm round would turn him into soup. He tried earlier. But my son Henry, being a vengeful little shit, instead trampled over him with the M5s.
'My son's foresight let me enjoy myself with few disruptions,' I thought, grateful.
In the session I just had, I entered my own world. In it, my rage, my weapon, and the boar were all that existed. Although while I was successful in venting, I was never able to recreate my first strike.
