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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DrZombie" data-source="post: 1883341" data-attributes="member: 15640"><p>Seeing the wolves, or what used to be wolves rushing towards Fredar, Nate tries to save his friend. Once again, he sees the friends that he failed to protect before his eyes. He braces himself for impact, feeling the rotted teeth pierce his leather armor. A growl escapes from his lips. Once again he feels his rage trying to get out, like a caged beast pacing from side to side, looking for a way out. With a mighty roar he unleashes it, laughing out loud as his mace turns into a twig, and the undead wolves turn into puppies. He chortles as he lashes the twig around, barely bothering to keep his shield up against the puppies' claws. Again he roars, a mixture of rage and pleasure, rage at the enemie and pleasure in the fight.</p></blockquote><p></p>