Dying Light: The Beast review

I won't lie: punching a man's head clean off his shoulders with a single swing of my fist is pretty darn satisfying. It's not like Dying Light: The Beast needed to make me super-strong—I regularly launch zombies off rooftops with my two-footed flying kick and slice enemies in half lengthwise with an electrified machete I built in my bedroom—but I do appreciate the opportunity to hulk out with a bare-handed decapitation every now and then...
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