This mass of mist was completely immune to my blows, each time my claws passed through its body, the claws went all the way through without leaving any mark behind, but even so, each blow it made against me was extremely blunt, making the fury inside me increase with each blow as if my own Soul was being struck along with my body.
None of this changed the strange state I had entered, I was not thinking, I did not want to think, only instinct continued to move my body, only my Will guided this instinct to be more than just a dumb beast.
With each moment I felt my body getting stronger, my senses became sharper and the flow of my energy became faster with each blow I received, it was as if I was being Refined like metal in the hands of a blacksmith, through the Wild flames and the heaviest hammering.
RRROOOOOAAAAAARRRRRR!!!!