[Funkduder]

It took a hit to the head in order to snap Quintus' consciousness back into reality. He was a little tired, but his adrenaline was rushing through and after dropping onto a few rats with his metallic side, he had an idea. Swiping left and right, Quintus listened for the the rats for when they climb onto the side of his head. When he hears that noise, he slams that side of his head to the ground, killing the rat. Although the clang of metal hurt his ear, it was well worth the cost. Ten rats dead? Twenty? ... Or maybe they weren't, but injured may as well work the same with the amount of rats now fleeing the area.
"Know your place, vermin!" Quintus shouted as he lifted his head triumphantly. He was seeing red again, but he felt that the red looked more like a prize of the 'hunt' than a mark of murder. "So this is how those big cats from the box must feel. I'm alive!" he thought, as a new light began to shine down the alleyway.