[A little of both, perhaps-- the strength to punch straight though muscle and bone with nothing more than his own bodily energy combined with a mania that's swiftly overtaking him, threatening to spill out and over and into something more, something worse.
He misses, and she brings down her sword, and swiftly he darts away again before leveling the pistol that remains in his right hand, pulls the trigger. Aiming for her head.]
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He misses, and she brings down her sword, and swiftly he darts away again before leveling the pistol that remains in his right hand, pulls the trigger. Aiming for her head.]