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"Swole! You lazy fuck, wake up!"

He could feel someone shaking his arm as he was roused from his slumber. Swole opened his eyes while squinting hard against the afternoon sun.

"Mmm getnnn uup."

He barely managed to mumble out some words as he stretched out his arms. Before he could do much else, he felt himself falling.

Swole\'s eyes opened wide just in time for him to see the ground up close and personal. The impact didn\'t hurt him, but his anger spiked.

He jumped up while snatching out both of his maces.

"Who\'s the fucker that thought this would be funny."

Geth chuckled lightly and pointed to the giant Direwolf that Swole had been sleeping on. Swole could definitely see a tinge of laughter reflected in the beast\'s eyes.

"Ah, you damned mutt."

He rubbed its side with its hand and picked up his fallen weapons. A menacing look slid in Geth\'s direction.

"The hell you wake me up for ya twat?"

Geth shook his head, pointing his thumb behind him to where the two women were holding back the swarm.

"You\'re up."

He couldn\'t help but groan as he watched Zolis killing two at a time. The bodies were being dragged away by Jack while Peter decided his Class.

"What... So, I just stand there and hit two at a time?"

Confusion and disappointment flashed in his eyes when he glanced at the two women. His mood instantly became sulky.

Geth chuckled again.

"No. I want you to dive in."

Swole\'s eyes widened, and a fiendish smile showed on his face. A fire lit in his chest as his heart began to beat several times faster.

"Ohhhohoho! I\'ve been waiting for this!"

The creatures were a much higher Level than Swole, but that suited him just fine. 

The higher the Level, the more health they had. The more health they had, the more he could flex his Skills.

He quickly climbed onto the ramparts with Geth to better view the battlefield.

"Rift, Blaze, Filthy, you\'re going to work with Swole. Allow him to be surrounded, but make sure the wolves are ten percent health or lower."

"Got it."

"Yes, sir."

Swole noticed that Filthy only gave him a simple nod. The guy was always so quiet.

"Alright. Proceed when you\'re ready. Don\'t fucking die."

Geth patted him on the shoulder and gave him a Protection buff. Swole turned to him, grinning.

"We\'ll see just how good a healer you are today motherfucker!"

Before he even finished speaking, his body started to expand. His five-and-a-half-foot figure rapidly grew to over nine feet. 

The others looked surprised at his size before he\'d only grown to around seven and a half feet. Geth even took note that his health wasn\'t decreasing quite as fast. 

Even then, it was a minimal difference. He\'d already lost 10% of his health in the time it took him to transform. 

With a sarcastic salute, the hulking figure leaped into the center of the army. He closed his eyes briefly and felt the wind against his face as he fell.

The best and worst part about his transformation was how heightened his senses became.

He could smell the blood around the battlefield. Hear the soft prancing of the wolve\'s paws.

Taste the slight traces of poison and sulfur in the air. And worst of all, he could feel the blood evaporating from his body.

That was the cost of being a monster.

The startled wolves didn\'t have a chance to react as Swole landed directly on the largest one\'s back.

Its spine caved in directly. Between his weight of over six hundred pounds and the momentum of his fall, it never stood a chance.

Swole swung his mace. He could feel the crunching of teeth and bone as his weapon caved the jaw of yet another opponent.

Blood poured down the handle of the mace and gathered around his fist. Swole relished the feeling as the fresh blood was pulled straight into his pores.

Intense pain shot through his back, amplified by the curse of his ability. He turned and swiftly found the culprit who dared harm him.

Both of his maces swung at once, clapping together and crushing the victim\'s head flat between their spikes.

Blood flowed once again, pouring into his body and thoroughly healing his body. His maces swung in a flurry, never stopping as more and more wounds built up on him.

They disappeared just as quickly as they came, every wound healing from the attacker\'s own blood.

He felt Geth casting Protections left and right, but without Defense, they did very little against the monsters\' attacks.

The Restoration was also almost meaningless because it couldn\'t heal as much or as fast as he could himself. 

That didn\'t mean he didn\'t appreciate his friend\'s constant casting. 

The pain nullification that it added almost canceled out the excess pain he felt due to his heightened senses.

Once he realized this, he no longer held back. His body spun like a top, a tornado forming around him.

The suction force pulled the massive creatures in as his maces tore into them. To anyone looking from the outside, it would be like looking into a very nasty blender.

Bones, fur, and organs flew all over the place. Even so, there wasn\'t a drop of blood in sight.

As soon as his Skill was over, he went back to pounding the beasts until he could use it again. It was still his only active Skill outside of his transformation.

That didn\'t mean that this was his only Skill. Swole was even gaining Skills as he fought!

Even though his ability didn\'t allow him to use many active Skills, absorbing the blood of monsters would give him passives.

It was one of his favorite things about his Growth Skill. While in this form, it would grow and learn from the blood of his enemies.

With this being the case, there was only one thing he had to do.

SMASH!