In my kaijin form, the world works a bit differently. 'Fear' and 'risk' aren't concepts that I comprehend; but hunting, scent, bloodlust are. I'm a higher creature than these squishy humans - I'm power and ferocity with a superhuman intelligence driving it. I'm fucking unstoppable, and if this W thinks he can call my bluff, well, I'll let him try.

Furniture crunches as I dart to the side, giving W the breathing space he's desperately trying to find; the terrain doesn't matter to me, and I dart in again, this time towards his right side.

He's been mostly swinging at me with his left hand; judging an opportunity for weakness, I close distance and call a ball of glowing, liquid ouch into my palm. Let's see how well he likes it applied to his weaker right side's ribcage. I hope I'm close enough to hear all the lovely crunches when his bones break.