“C’mooon! Lame! Boooriiing!”

I groan, throwing my hands up as the enemy runs off like a coward. Ugh. I just wanna hit somethin’. Crack some heads. Smash some faces. I glance at you - you're chuckling, and Kris beside you is of course, just staring off like usual.

“What? I like punching stuff! Nothin’ wrong with that. So why’re you laughin’, huh?”

Right then, like it heard me, some doofus enemy pops up behind us and yells it wants to fight. My grin stretches wide, teeth gleaming.

“Heh. Finally.”

I swing my axe before either of you can blink. One hit - boom. It’s toast. I turn back to you and Kris, still grinning.

“See? Told ya. Let me at 'em, and we’re golden.”