[h1][center][color=800000]Jake Saunders[/color][/center]
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He was fighting. Ripping arms off of demons. He pulled the head off of one which had an exoskeleton. He bounded. Stepping on the ground, a small earthquake began, pulling some demons into their fiery death. A voice began to speak to him. Encouraging him.

[b][i]"Do you even know who I am? What I'm capable of?"
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Jake had too much adrenaline in his system to worry or care about the voice. Before he could answer, it's as if it could read his mind.

[i][b]"Of course not. You're powerful. Too much to even comprehend. What you're doing right now would take an entire mortal army to even scare them off."[/b][/i]

[color=800000]"Huh? FUCK-"[/color] He was cut off as a demon grabbed his gauntlet and attempted to pull it off, almost ripping his arm out of it's socket in the process. [b][i] "I will speak with you again. We have much.. er.. business... to discuss."[/i][/b] The voice growled.
Reality began to set in for Jake. He communicated with a random voice. He was fighting strange beings. He was in a strange land. And, worst of all, there was no way to go home. He began to slow down. His eyes watered quite a bit, but he managed to choke back tears. It began to reverse, though. This began to [i]fuel[/i] his adrenaline. It made him feel [i]stronger.[/i] Grabbing a demon, he ripped it's jaws apart. He twisted another's arm completely around, and, with a kick that could crush bone, it's pelvis nearly turned into dust. He knocked a large bone off of the ledge. Several more jumped at him. He pushed them off. He charged into one and completely smothered it.

There's hell to pay.