"MURDER! DESTROY AND ANHILATE! KILL, RAMPAGE, OBLITERATE AND EXTINCT!"
The command wasn't sound so much as pressure, Wrath packed into language, battering the inside of Ludwig's skull like a fist on a door that refused to open.
It wanted out. It wanted permission. It wanted everything to become simple again: kill, break, move on.
Ludwig's jaw tightened until his tusks ached, and he forced his breathing to stay even despite the living body's frantic insistence that something this violent should come with shaking hands and a racing pulse.
Ludwig tapped the side of his head twice with his knuckles, "Shut up, man. Let me think," he said as, with the other hand, he whipped out Durandal.
