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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DrZombie" data-source="post: 1807077" data-attributes="member: 15640">Thump.... Thump....Thump....Thump... The beating of his hart is all Nate can hear, a roar that washes away any thought. Slowly he can hear other sounds, muffled at first, then sharper, penetrating his mind..... allright?...... help him.....Nate...ight be dangerou......ill moving...alive.. The red fog slowly clears away. The limp form lying on the ground takes on more familiar aspects. Fredar ? Then it all slowly comes back to him. Gods, I could have killed him. If it weren't sparring weapons he'd be dead. What is happening to me?He looks around and sees the famliar faces of the villagers, looking at him as if he'd sprouted horns. He turns around and walks away, looking for some privacy, suddenly dead-tired. As he tands there, deep in thought, he feels as if he's being watched. Looking up, he sees the sergeant, and all of the sudden he feels his anger surging, like a dog straining at his leash, trying to break free and attack. Hate fills his brain, and only with a sharp tug can he keep it under control. He walks to the barracks, alone, and washes away the dust and grime, deep in thought. When Fredar walks in; there is silence. Then he asks, tentatively : "Eeuhm, are, are you allright? I, eeuhm, well, kinda lost control there."</blockquote>