<span style="font-weight: bold">"Leave... Here... WAAARRRGGGHHH! SHUT UP! YOU DON'T MAKE SENSE!</span><br/><br/>Rock Hammer roared spontaneously as he was trying to silence the voices. They were making so many demands, none of them consistent with the swirling vortex of thoughts and personalities. New voice emerged, calmer, but conflicting nonetheless. Rock Hammer wanted to stop this. He wanted to go back and make his armor, but the voices wouldn't shut up. Only by yelling could he get the notion of quiet form them. He looked directly at Nikolav. Rock Hammer knew her name despite being the first time meeting her. The voices told her.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"ATATATATATA! YOU YOU YOU! THEY. WANT. YOU! GO! LEAVE! BEFORE THEY TAKE YOU! <span style="font-style: italic">SAVE YOURSELF!</span> GAAAAHHH!"</span><br/><br/>Rock Hammer had to will himself to leave. In a blind panic he ran forward, ripping off parts of his garment. he did this because his hands felt like crushing something, but Rock Hammer had to will himself to grab onto his clothing so no one had to get hurt. Victor was beaned in the head with Rock Hammer's little flower scented booklet however, as the giant monster man ran through the market. No doubt guardsmen were now coming to answer the disturbance of a 8 foot tall behemoth rampaging in the market. It didn't help that during his path of destruction, the giant smashed through a few stalls an a stone wall. But it seemed like that was intentional. Rock Hammer was looking for something very hard, very solid, to bash his head against.<br/><br/>Because the voices don't talk to him when he's asleep.<br/><br/>But there was only one place that Rock Hammer could even remember with stones to smash. That place were he and Darina ate meat together. There was stone walls... And stone floors. If he could just find that place, if he could just slam his head against it long enough, he might be released from the yelling and madness in his head. Let the voices seep out from his wounds. He unknowingly ran right past Darina during his rampage, tripping over his own feet as he tried to find that stone wall. All he could remember was the smell; the smell of the corpse, most of which rested in his stomach.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Find the rock find the rock find rock find the rock find the rock! Yes, crush the words, shut them up, break their mouths! Let them bleed their imagination and down in their wishes and demands! SILENCE. THE VOICES."</span>