Laz felt like something was wrong. He was firing away, taking shot after shot and mowing down tons of these deranged animals, but his body was telling him this was wrong and he didn't know why.
While maintaining concentration, Laz tried to place the feeling. To do so, Laz let his control of his body slip slightly during a lull in the attack and just tried to feel what was coming natural. And to his surprise, it felt like he wanted to charge forward and rip these creatures apart by hand.
'That would just be... gross?' Laz didn't know how his brain thought about it, but his instincts were telling him he would enjoy it.
It really was a strange feeling to have your body fighting your head.
Laz then snapped back to it to focus when the tide erupted once again.
