That is, in fact, doable. Asher shows a remarkable ability to be where Tazalkyran's fists and feet are not; every time Tazalkyran grabs him he winds up grabbing air. 

The refrigerator is a goner, though.

"Teleport!" he shouts. "Skull Island! Now!"

The relentless whirlwhind of violence shows no sign of understanding these words.

Whether or not the relentless whirlpool of violence understands these words, he will still find himself suddenly in the middle of a rainforest.

He immediately punches a tree.

The tree suffers, but so does his hand. His hands are not having a great day today.

A few minutes later he will be joined by a still-bleeding Asher.

Bleeding things are more favourable targets than trees!

He has gotten worse at hitting things since Asher last saw him, though, on account of the hands. Being grabbed is no longer so much a concern. There are bones showing and some of them are in clearly separated pieces.

That's not great. 

"Are you okay?" Asher says, dodging his attempts to hit him. "Can you understand me?"

He doesn't give any sign of understanding him, nor for that matter of being okay.

He figures.

Setting aside the fact that he can see his friend's bones, and that he has no idea how the curse broke, and he doesn't know when his friend is going to stop being a rage monster, this is actually pretty fun. 

There's also the continued horrible furious screaming, that's also a thing.

The continued horrible furious screaming is also not great. 

Why the fuck did the curse break, he was hugging Tazalkyran and thinking about how much he wanted him to be able to play Sugar Rush and feeling a warm glowy affectionate--

oh. 

oh fuck.

"I love you," he shouts, in case it helps.

It's hard to say whether he pauses when he hears that. It's hard to say whether he even understands the words. He does switch his attention from this splintered and somewhat bloodstained tree back to Asher, but that could just be because Asher made a noise.

It is looking increasingly likely that he's just going to keep fighting every solid object in sight until he collapses in utter exhaustion.

Fortunately for the trees and also for Tazalkyran, utter exhaustion isn't that far off. After only another couple of minutes, he wavers, staggers, then drops like a puppet with its strings cut.

Showing a reckless disregard for his personal safety, Asher gets down and hugs him.

He is debatably conscious and not super capable of moving but he does seem to shift toward Asher a tiny tiny bit.

That's okay, Asher can keep holding him whether he is conscious or not.

That is good. Asher is very helpful. Best buddy a rage monster could ask for.

It's another twenty minutes or so before he stirs and blinks awake.

"O...w...?" he says hazily.

"Your curse broke. Sorry about your hands."

"Could've been worse."

He hugs Asher. The movement makes him hiss with pain but it feels very important to hug Asher anyway.

"Sorry I... tried to murder you. And... all my furniture. And... several trees...? At least you can be confident it wasn't personal."

"Are you going to do that again? I can't convince Fairy Godmother to heal you if you might wind up turning into a ragemonster once she's done."

"I don't think so. It's..." He tries to move again, winces, subsides. "It was like... all the thoughts I couldn't have, all at once, piling up until I just wanted to kill everything in sight. It's not something that's going to happen again unless I get cursed again. —The crime that got me cursed was rape and torture and murder, I tried to tell you before but I couldn't say it."

"That puts me in a very awkward position because of how I broke your curse."

"How did you break my curse? I'm... sort of hazy on everything that's happened since then, but as far as I can remember you were hugging me and I was thinking about how much I appreciated you hugging me. And then I just exploded."

"Best as I can figure, I was misinformed about whether the true love required to break curses has to be heterosexual."

"...oh."

He blinks, processing.

Then he—

—smiles, utterly radiant—