50.5 Berserk

A rational part of me screamed at me that I was doing something monumentally stupid. Of course, I knew that. I was in my fvcking underwear for fvck's sake! And here I was, drenched in the blood of my enemies and probably looking like a mass murderer while I was at it. The manic grin on my face probably wasn't helping things either. The heat ravaging my body hasn't stopped making me angry.

And my irritation levels were through the fvcking roof!

"C'mon... I won't bite..."

The tension was so high that I could probably cut through it with my sword. The idiots were all staring at me like I was some sort of monster; whispers and names mumbling between them as I turned my head to keep my eyes on all of them. It was fun. Amusing, even. And yet... the heat fvcking persisted.

"H-HIYAAHH!!"

A challenger?