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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Festy_Dog" data-source="post: 2415064" data-attributes="member: 2561">There were no words left, blood had been shed. Its warmth flowed down his lower back and legs. He wanted this, deep down he honestly did. He had been confronted with a challenge, this was a worthy opponent. Sharp pain throbbed, and something within him stirred.Ba'aktar's eyes flickered once more before a fire lit within them, and they flickered no more. The situation receded in his mind, events going on around him suddenly became dull, grey, and unimportant. There was no more emotion, he couldn't feel anything anymore. All he could see was Ulam, surrounded with a red haze, filling his mind. All he could feel was a distant rage closing fast, sweeping through him like the old fires of Ashstone. Ba'aktar knew this sensation well, he felt the rage, and yet he didn't. He felt as though he had taken a step back from himself, and what was before him was a kind of juggernaut which he held the reins to. He didn't need to change his course though, Ulam was already in his sights. He felt himself ease his grip on the semblance of self-control that remained, and he suddenly lurched forward. A bestial roar signalled the beginning of what was now Ulam's test of survival.</blockquote>