Savage

One thing was said to me and it was all it took. My quiva was already drawn and placed along the throat of the girl and without thought...instinct maybe...slid it easily across to take her life away. It is an entriely different mindset I had entered. If this was a true enemy, I would have savored the kill. The head would be removed and placed on a pike and sent to the outer area of the camp so any that come close will know what awaits them if they approach. The rush is something that completely takes over. There is no more compassion. No love. No respect. No life left in me, just a warrior intent to kill with no regards to his opponents. Either I will die or you will die. Nothing else matters now. All sounds leave me, All I see is the one who will fall under my blade at my time and choosing. If they are a worthy warrior, quick death will be given. If they are a coward, I will make your death last as long as I can. Take you arm first so you can not swing a weapon. Take a leg so you can not run. Then glare into your eyes so you see that I have no regret, no remorse. No words need to be said for my eyes show it all. This is Tuchuk's wrath and anger. No mercy given to the weak and unless you are Tuchuk...then you are weak.