[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/QCgTnAH.png[/img][/center] [hr][@Zeroth][@Duthguy]

Kakky Oin shook his head in confusion-- why would he grab hold of something that was killing him? He needed to push it away from himself.... Right? His grip began to loosen as his right hand let go entirely.  As the memories continued to flood through the young goblin's head, he couldn't help but feel as if something was... missing? Actually, it felt like a LOT of somethings were missing.  Little by little his grip continued to loosen with his remaining hand. 

Almost as if under some kind of compulsion to confirm his mind was his own. he happened to raise his right, and stare at the strangely large, misty palm. Why were they so big? Where was the webbing between his fingers? Pain like a lightning bolt shot through his head as different memories flooded the goblin's mind.

The misty, featureless hand before him flashed through different scenes from his memory, a memory that didn't seem to be that of a goblin, but of something else entirely... The hand held many things in these reminiscent images-- a gun, a knife, a grenade, even a book, and countless other objects as well. As many different things had touched these hands, no matter how many times they'd been covered in blood and dirt and viscera- there were marks that denoted their history upon them.  Every callous was a trial, every wound a battle, every scar a badge.  These weren't the hands of a goblin, these were the hands of a man! These were [b]JASON'S[/b] hands! His grip with his remaining hand clenched tightly with resolve as he raised his right hand, one by one each digit curling into a tight fist.  With a fervorous roar, Jason drove his fist just below the goblin's ribcage--- and further! He aimed to drive his strike through the goblin and into the void beyond! [Color=darkred][b]"I. AM. JASON!"[/b][/color]