'Kill, kill...'
Chanting the word over and over again in his head, Sunny struggled to stay alive as the Vile Thieving Bird assaulted him with a hurricane of devastating attacks. He was using that word to stay sane — or rather, to drive himself into the right kind of madness.
The battle madness that took over the minds of those who gave themselves completely to the stark world of combat, stepping into a state that went beyond the usual trance of clarity.
A state of mind so clear that it eradicated all things and concepts that did not have something to do with the singular purpose of killing the enemy.
The ghastly agony he was enduring was actually of help in that regard. It washed away most of what would have gotten in the way of combat, leaving behind only the primal, bestial determination to destroy its own source.
The Vile Thieving Bird.
