[Salone]

What disturbs- Food presents itself?

Lev blinked, putting a hand to his head. The headache was back, with a vengeance. He hit himself across the head, struggling with...something...inside him. He stopped after a moment, eyes dilated quickly, taking the armed guards in. And by their states, they were under the influence of something very disruptive.

He let out a guttural roar, both base in instinct and full of fury. Running at full sprint at the guards, he slammed in to the closest one. Teeth sank in to his throat, ripping out the trachea and carrying it in his jaws as hands clasped around a second's neck. With a twist it snapped, a sudden force unseating the skull from the neck bones entirely. He spit out the throat he had clasped in his jaws, biting and tearing chunks out of the men before him. With their minds completely devastated by Rue's capabilities, Lev made very short work of their flesh.

Around the fourth murder, Lev found his knife. It became more than bloodshed as he now tore much more quickly in to people, cutting down hamstrings, chests, and eyes. It wasn't even eating anymore that drove him, simple killing was enough. Using his knife he ripped the intestines out of one guard through a hole in his stomach, not even stopping as he pulled away with them. In a single move he wrapped them around another's neck, strangling him as he connected the two in death. And as they died, Lev seemed to surge with more violence and brutality.

Lev slowed as he came upon the last, looking to finish off for a whole dozen. With all his strength he cut a deep and wide gash horizontally across his chest. Bringing him to the ground, fingers worked in to the wound he had created. Fingers clasped around ribs, around the meat. With all his strength he pulled them upwards. The bent, creaked...and with a snap, the sternum cracked open. Blood spewed in all directions, his organs exposed to the world in a sickly mess. And with such a sight, Lev's hunger returned. He lunged downward, sinking teeth in to the man's still beating heart as he ripped it from his chest.