Jay - Goes sicko mode

He realized as he wrenched the dagger out of the ground and turned to see Charm and Charisma both stalking to intercept him that he was grinning broadly, so broadly it hurt. What was this? Adrenaline again? A fleeting thing? Something he'd forget by the time his internal chemistry rebalanced itself? Or was this it, what he wanted, the feeling of mattering, the feeling of being the hero?

It was like Charm and Charisma weren't there. They were, but they didn't matter. Charisma stood turned so that she held her monstrous claw in front of her and kept her ordinary arm behind. That she did this in response to how he beat her in the cemetery didn't even register―Jay targeted her first. He swung his bat and she caught it and he kept plowing forward and drove Sansaime's dagger at her throat. At the last moment Charisma tensed her shoulder and caught the blade just under her collarbone and it hardly mattered. Twirling, ripping out the blade and leaving her to dangle in bloody suspended animation, he wrenched his bat from her grasp and swung it in one uninterrupted motion into Charm's spine. He didn't care that the movement took him into one of her wings and he received a mouthful of feathers, he spat them out and kept running without even looking as the sisters fell.

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[5] Goodly Creatures