Lucky escape there. I dragged six friends an entire meter along the ground when some little shits made fun of me for mourning my grandfather. If they hadn't been there, I might have murdered someone.

There was no red mist. Just... fury. And then a pain in my arms as I realised what was happening to my body.

I've learned to handle the beast within since then. Not as an enemy, but as a part of me that needs a little extra caution.