While Vance and Anna planned out their next moves, Kyle slipped further and further into his blood high, every instinct and muscle aching to tear these creatures apart, to tear anything apart. But strangely enough, an immense sadness continued trailing these feelings. As if he needed to rampage to fill some void in his heart, or to make peace with how he had died...how he had died? Up until now, Kyle followed Vance's advice - to go with the flow if danger was thrust upon them. It had certainly paid dividends letting Uvogin's power and experience flood forward; but with every kill, each blow that echoed through the battleground, Kyle felt himself slipping away. In a few moments, everything would be Uvogin.<br/><br/>To those looking on, at least those in their original mind, Kyle probably gave them pause. He'd spoken so calmly with the others before, offering advice and strategy, even traces of goodwill, but now there was nothing but a blood-hungry killer, pressing forward with a grand smile and a complete disregard for his 'teammates'.