[Salone]

Something inside Lev snapped. A mixture of both adrenaline and effects of his mending combined to unhinge him for the moment. He backhanded his assailant across the face with the stake in his hand. The pain from it barely registered as he brought the hand back, this time hitting him with the pistol. With his free hand he wrenched the man away from his charge. His eyes were wide, bloodshot, and in no way conveying peace.

"I have hand solely dedicated to death. Do not force my hand!"

He growled, showing yellowed teeth before he hit the man across the face again, drawing his own share of blood. He leaned forward a bit, smelling the metallic fragrance flowing from the open wounds. His voice dropped, whispering in the man's ear.

"I am very hungry. In Tsavo, lions hunt men for food. They eat them. I will not hesitate to do the same if it comes to sustenance. I will devour you."