[It wasn't long ago that somebody was telling Blake he could put his experience and abilities to use to find a way to help people.
Now he can put his ability as a big, angry Ursaring-man into use by charging right into a monster's face. Faces. He's not taking the time to count.
He sends it flying, and then it gets a snoutful of Zubat screech. He figures that should send it packing, or at least keep it busy.
Blake turns toward the familiar-looking but very purple lady. He's breathing hard, and his ripped-open shirt displays a furry chest with a yellow ring on the stomach. His head is a swirl of violent satisfaction and adrenaline, textured with the underlying urge to go fish up some salmon.]
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Now he can put his ability as a big, angry Ursaring-man into use by charging right into a monster's face. Faces. He's not taking the time to count.
He sends it flying, and then it gets a snoutful of Zubat screech. He figures that should send it packing, or at least keep it busy.
Blake turns toward the familiar-looking but very purple lady. He's breathing hard, and his ripped-open shirt displays a furry chest with a yellow ring on the stomach. His head is a swirl of violent satisfaction and adrenaline, textured with the underlying urge to go fish up some salmon.]
You all right?