[Darin whips around fast as Jacob's call, as if he were just lashing out at whatever sounds were around him. He stops himself, blinking away whatever battle lust was fogging his vision and, thankfully, registers Jacob.]
[Whatever minimal wounds he was sustaining throughout the melee were already beginning to heal. His arms were bruised due to the recoil from the force of his strikes, and it's safe to assume his legs were in a similar shape. Perhaps what's truly the most frightening is that he doesn't seem all that winded.]
[He straightens up and runs a hand through his hair, shaking the sweat from it.]
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[Whatever minimal wounds he was sustaining throughout the melee were already beginning to heal. His arms were bruised due to the recoil from the force of his strikes, and it's safe to assume his legs were in a similar shape. Perhaps what's truly the most frightening is that he doesn't seem all that winded.]
[He straightens up and runs a hand through his hair, shaking the sweat from it.]
What did you have in mind?