[Funkduder]

((This is totally not gonna turn into dragonball in 5 secs))

He couldn't here. He couldn't speak. His eyes had already turned back into his head and the whites of his eyes we glowing red. Any rational person would have thought he'd gone mad, and in its own way, he had.
The knives hit his hands, but the blood that came out was boiling, evaporating and changing as though it were at his command.
He struck fast, even though he knew it would be blocked. It was like fighting light with sound, the light being his opponent. He would lose, and he knew it, but he wouldn't regret it as the strike connected with...