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Allowing it to drive me forward full force. Hacking, and slashing away at these bulky enemies. Their bulk was a problem. All that slashing was doing damage, but I hadn't killed a single one. I'd carved chunks out of some of them that were so big that I could fit my whole body in them, but it still wasn't enough for me to kill them. 

All that thrashing was obscuring where I was to the others so none of them knew exactly where I was. I darted from worm to worm. Hacking, and slashing big chunks out of each one as I went. My stamina, mana, and health were all being supplemented by the bloodlust. I had zero reason to hold back. 

I really couldn't hold back even if I wanted to. I was escalating the violence with each passing moment. I would keep hacking, and slashing until these monsters died one by one. The hours started passing me by one by one. Cuts, and wounds opened up on the beasts.

I didn't commit to fighting a single one. I switched every time the one I was fighting started to pin me down. Not allowing a single one of them to pin me down. I danced around the danger. Giving them nothing. 

No opening they could use anyway. I was faster then they were, and strong enough to do a lot of damage all at once. Eventually even a behemoth would bleed to death if they were cut enough. I kept on cutting. Hacking, and slashing away pieces of the massive worms bit by bit. 

Each time I slashed I saw more blood. The more blood I saw the more energy I got from my bloodlust skill. The more energy I got from my bloodlust skill the more I could fight. The more I could fight the closer I was to surviving all of this. Once they started falling I could feel the strain on my body decreased considerably. 

My body was recovering at an accelerated rate now that the strain was letting up. The bloodlust was more then enough to help me recover. Any wounds I received were healed quickly. I kept on going far beyond what anybody could normally handle. I hadn't been struck just yet. 

I was pretty sure that one strike would be enough to kill me, but I was having to much fun to care. Slash hack slash again. Blood was pouring from everywhere. I'd slashed wounds into everything around me, and the circle was getting too small for me to stay in it. I jumped into the air using my high jump skill. 

Shooting straight up to sneak through the gap above me. I'd run out of room to move so it was time for me to get myself a new solid ground to stand on. I shot down again. Landing on the beasts back or at least what I thought was his back. I sliced a considerable chunk out of the beast. 

Forcing it to attempt to turn around as if found itself being attacked from behind. All the bodies around it didn't allow it to turn properly. Lucky for it it didn't really have a spine so turning around was easier for it then I was expecting. It just flopped on it's own body. Attempting to crush me with the weight of it's own body. 

I jumped out of the way with ease. Slashing down the side of it's body as I slid down to the ground. My mana was consistently jumping up, and down from about a quarter of my mana to three quarters, and back. This constant up, and down had my emotions jumping from borderline euphoria to pure adrenaline rush. I was loving most of the fight as well. I could keep going like this for the rest of my life. 

Considering the situation that might not be that long. More XP. Another one had fallen. It took me about an hour each to kill each one. That is if my internal clock was correct. 

My stamina was the stat having the most trouble keeping up with the physical strain. I could tell my body was getting closer, and closer to a point of no return. Eventually I wouldn't be able to move anymore, and I knew it. It sucked. I hated that it was going to end, and that I might be the one dying when it ended. 

To anyone watching I might appear to be a complete psychopathic killer, but I didn't care. I was completely focused on doing as much damage as possible. When the time came to hold back from killing I was sure that all this experience I was racking up would help me control that impulse when it came, but then again I could be wrong. All this killing freely might make it harder for me to hold back. For now I would take full advantage of all these enemies that were trapped in this enclosed space with me. 

I was cotton mouthing pretty badly at this point. I'd be desperate for water once I moved on from this floor. I slashed into another beast as I changed targets again, and again. I didn't really care how much damage each slash did. My main concern was making them bleed as much as possible. 

The more they bled the closer they were to death. The closer they were to death the less enemies I would have to fight. I hacked, and slashed some more. I gave zero fucks about it all. I was having too much fun making these things bleed. 

Them dying was just a minor bonus at this point. I was laughing as I continued to cut beast after beast. Some of the ones that were closer to me were starting to die first. Luckily those bodies distracted some of the surviving beasts as they started devouring those bodies. I could only hope they weren't healing themselves in some way by consuming those corpses.