The Least Common Denominator

XLV.V Law of Conservation

Moving around at the speed of sound, well, relative to that, of course, I ignored the red tint in my vision as I looked forward to the idiots coming for my ass. I was absolutely livid, but I actually managed to tip over the point of mindless rage and back around to clear lucidity a few minutes ago. The fact that I could think clearly despite the burning rage inside me was a pretty novel experience. I was never one to really let anger boil to the point of absolute rage, but to think that I actually reached a level like this?

Yeah. It was pretty fucking bad.

The tree line to my left was the only indication I had that I was still near the forest as my feet pumped themselves in a sprint; the gentle breeze providing me with the amazing feeling of coldness as it helped in evaporating the blood off my skin. No sweat needed, it would seem, and flakes of dried blood began to accumulate