[Blake has had days of being jerked around by this place. He's been ground down by fighting back against the constant undercurrent of exhaustion and fear.]
[He's had enough.]
[When he gets to a huge room like one of those damn sketches people who think they're smart put on their walls, and he feels the dark, wet mass in the middle turn its eye on him, he's not scared anymore.]
[He's mad.]
[Good, old-fashioned, strong, clarifying anger, washing his tiredness away and filling him with purpose. It'd never made him glow red before, but who gives a fuck about the details right now?]
[He sees a wave of creatures rise up and rush toward him. He stands his ground.]
Come on, you sonsa bitches!
[He'll clobber them with his bare fists, but his real power isn't for him: anybody he touches will find their strength renewed and their powers supercharged as they are filled with the might and courage of a raging jackass.]
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[Blake has had days of being jerked around by this place. He's been ground down by fighting back against the constant undercurrent of exhaustion and fear.]
[He's had enough.]
[When he gets to a huge room like one of those damn sketches people who think they're smart put on their walls, and he feels the dark, wet mass in the middle turn its eye on him, he's not scared anymore.]
[He's mad.]
[Good, old-fashioned, strong, clarifying anger, washing his tiredness away and filling him with purpose. It'd never made him glow red before, but who gives a fuck about the details right now?]
[He sees a wave of creatures rise up and rush toward him. He stands his ground.]
Come on, you sonsa bitches!
[He'll clobber them with his bare fists, but his real power isn't for him: anybody he touches will find their strength renewed and their powers supercharged as they are filled with the might and courage of a raging jackass.]