It started fairly innocently, he was given a task to help to defeat mad dogs that attacked outpost he just visited. With haste.
He was not alone in the fight.
It was exhausting and draining fight, but he seemed to have ability to recover his energy quickly as he hit them with his fists of fury.
His flying kicks generally beat these fanatical monsters, but not without his blood and sweat.
Then he did something strange. He smacked at nearest pig's behind, with his staff...
Then at the snout...
... and somehow gained ability to fly. He scouted the battlefield, the battle was nearly over.
He was needed elsewhere.
