With each swing of his sword, Jake claimed the lives of several monsters. The creatures tried to move away and escape, but he was faster… When he was going all out, and while ignoring the damage that he was suffering. Jake was like a storm… it was almost impossible to escape from him, unless you were a dungeon boss.
At some point, Jake had so many wounds in his back that it felt like he was going to pass out again due to the blood loss. He wasn't fully back from the wound of days ago, after all. Still, he kept going like he had been possessed by something. Not even once did he think that he was tired or that the fight was too hard… He didn't even recall himself having fun while he was fighting, either. It truly felt like something had taken over his body.
