Rick was suddenly knocked off his feet by a huge piece of wood the monster had ripped from the building, he soon noticed his arm was smoldering. He was already over the edge mentally, and this did none to help his state. He then howled an angry cry, that was not too different from the demons, he leapt to his feet, his arm charred by the demons new weapon. He then lunged to grab the monster's weapon, ignoring the pain that would soon come to his already dry and burnt fingers, he was passed that point in sanity, and with his increased strength, began pulling the towards the demon. His hands began to burn more and more as he would begin to walk closer to the monster, this would increase his anger and hatred for the thing that caused him so much pain. He didn't have a plan for what he would do if he made if to the demon, he was beyond that point, his survival instincts had kicked in and all he wanted to do was hurt the monster